There are songs within sounds that echo the breath of eternity,
I sing.
The universe incarnate from these lips,
Which twist in forming syllables,
Moulding decibels into frequent seas
Which flow like waves dripping from pendulums
Fragmenting time's continuum,
Giving birth to a universe of verse.

 
Inner-space cannot hear what is not felt
Since for rhymes to sound
Molecules must resound,
Shattering the serenity of being in tune
To silence,
Still time.
For while time binds minds to the tangible,
Rhyme frees minds from time.

 
As wandering minds predate the origin of time,
Caged words herald the origin of rhyme.
As placed lips contour the origin of sound,
Sculpted hearts predate the origin of thought….
Must I then

have moulded my heartstrings

To intellectual things
Before I learnt to think with an action less complex?

 
I guess its true then,
My love is a notion
Drowned in a wave of preconception,
Thoughts thrown to anchor my heart
Only add to its heaviness.