Two rhythms, lost separately,
Brought together through similarity.
Recognition of an off beat
Saw syncopation sync up.
Beats once missed alone,
Now sounded out as dual tone.
Weak became strong.
A bridge found and crossed
To meet choral arrangement.
A most metrical placement.
The strangest of scales,
When played with, gave way
To most warbling wails.
Lamentations combinations saw ecstasy prevail.
As if wolf, estranged from pack,
Howled at moon and it sounded back,
Hound around my forest,
Sing in my rivers.
I will light your path,
Guide you to where the earth quivers,
So you may move sweetly between acts.
Sweeping easily from chasm to crack.
All of which spasm for contact.
See, these are how I feel,
These grooves beneath your feet.
So good guidance is timeless
To keep you from dry land.
Once arrived, get inside.
In these you can steep.
Your form will pulse back to me, as you sleep,
Through waves pushed between
The breaks in your teeth.
I will have beetles clean
What of me you eat out
That doesn’t get past your mouth.
From this, they will build mountains,
Testament to each of our meetings,
Only ceasing when they’ve seen to
Filling every gully, lake, valley,
So that, the whole world ’round,
You need only raise your snout
To touch me.