Brain stems bear flowers
Petal kettles boil rose tea
To simmer into memory cups

Incontrovertible becoming
Your syllabic drumbeat engorges my chest
Sensory metaphors may live a neuronal reality
But that doesn't make electrical surfing dull

Put me fifty paces out to sea
Turn around and smell the brine
Its crashes, warps, and arcs
Align with a body at play

Such life stuff
Edge strolls
Chuff chords' ocean-bloom
Wavecaps crestline spray meadows

Ten thousand bells
Struck in every order
Would yet await new music
As all heat creations do

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