Within the plastic twists and shifts
Of spectra split from screech to hum,
Unravelled sounds of empty rooms
Are splayed across our emerald selves.
The waterfall of pressure waves,
Cascading foam, neuronal sweeps,
Are rushed back through the feedback loops
And pour again with greater force.
The energy of the air unleashed,
And time again yet more release:
The sapphire bands, the ruby wreaths.
The vicious proof of life made raw,
Through light, through sound, through screams:
With at the end a gasping mind.