[music]

dances around pale shapes in
blank airless rooms where
people sit and Watch.

Repeating sonatas enfold the rooms.
Twisted and collapsing in time
with languid humming
until somebody moves like the Word moves in them

then
a guesture catches them all
halfway on the left-brained waltz
to the room you're in
with actual speech--a split
measure murmuring something in 4/8
bursts in through an ash door
& the floor vanishes
as the dust coils and tries
to lead you home (in vain)

This all because
A perfect A [444 Hz]
fighting itself in rhythm
has a tendency
to throw the Right aside to gasp
at the void in which it lives
before hitting the ground.

absorbed by molecules & out.