Something like the Larynx
When ever the spirit writhes the tongue to
Vibrate eclectic rhythmic patterns that translate
Symphonies are conducted.
Drums echo in boisterous retaliation
As they approach the entrance
Breaching, to exist.
The notes dance in and out of the cultural patterns
Unique to ancestry and spiritual lineage
The acoustic tapestry buds the conceived notion of
With that a price tag and disclaimer describing
The struggle, the absolute isolation, and intense tax
That is levied on your production
Distracting and Destroying the Organic Nature of
Let your speech, song, and scribbles
be drenched in and bleed with a passion
a definite and uniquely attributed passion
that is alive
that is who you are.