Music from sound The man with the mosaic taste, With the mosaic under the face. Threads singing silent thunder with no trace, The touch to bear skin reflecting light messages, To call in supersonic inscriptions, In the universe of radio active tectonics, Intersensory telescoping, In enough trance strangeness for that much fear Caught behind the eyes without a disguise, In micro economics to spin faster, Spread seventeen shades, Into a single frame, Static to steam, A calm comes over the sea, The signal liquefied gas in my veins. Blending molarity in the air, The simplest bet, Sudden transmigration of elements into words, Fullness whispering, Pouring lightest Brush of electro magnetism, Conclusions of polarity Calmly just accept, The age of Tran’s migration burial, Flame dancing in caves in the wind Hauling bones with vibration, Where does the French man reside? On the desperate watch tower? No, he has blankets and numbers, Radiation stretched from belief, Super heated listening thief, Holding the door open for so long in the fun house, Triple Stage Bridge, Windows into oceans, The man by the exit, Holding tickets for no reason, The cohesion collapsed, In a silent dose, phantom heart, Breath pulls like an animalist, Odorous cantankerer, Opulent plethora, Who told me on the knoll, To turn the bell, The bodhi body, On the tarmac tundra, He fell into a whale, at the top of the ride, the start of this note, He didn’t ask anyone to wait, He saw crickets in early spring, Hyper oxidised super tramp transference channel, In the circuitry of love, Pull the stars across olds wounds, for a tiny breath, A secret place, Gently pouring under tow of ancients under the steps. Trying to delay, the ambush of being turned to dust,