Look at the brains inside,
all moist and pulsing.
Tis burls and wires of meat
that make a Train of Thought.
To ride said Train,
nor ticket nor token needed.
Just enter into
a born and dying body:
A One.
In this pro tem vessel,
times wasting : get to it –
from Ones own Reality,
sing Ones own Sound:
– voice of a person –
=
At.tack
De.cay
Sus.tain
Re.lease
=
all wrapt in timbre
and ambiance,
all vibrating
on a lyre of meat
…
..
.