Variations on the Words, Where Are You?

These are the words we use to heal our bodies. They are proof of cymatics: subsets of Acoustic, vibrational phenomena - A singing bowl ballooning sound, tremulous And golden, stretched across the swamping Night. They are ductile and malleable - Conducting the live-stream of electrostatic Vowels and consonants: words of Mountainous lightening and sudden Magnetism; a frenetic Pushing back and forth of duplicating codes. Each word crackles: they are epileptic Connections making sudden lanterns, Calling out our warmths and warnings - Urgent as tannoy echoing in the city stations. In concert, the "where" calls "not here" - A "where" rushing hot through the crowds Small enough to finger on a screen, Known enough to lip-sync like a song. They come with no instructions; we dream Them and mouth them, bend them And short-circuit them. In this night, A hush of phosphorus ash punctuates The city: our words bud and blow, Opening like night blooms expanding in the Dark. They are a seizure of vibrations Mastering the sound of the engines and the Blades. And then: I'm here - you're here I'm here - you're here Each word is received afresh: A shuddering hot paroxysm - A proof of cymatics. I'm here - you're here, And the "here" says "Not there"