Ho|ma|ge
to Decommissioned Sincerity, image by Daniel Y. Harris
Of this
Momentum Song (fifty-eight)
__________
“Creativity is not
simply a property of exceptional people but an
exceptional property of all people.”
—Ron Carter
We memorized
what Bass did,
what
it said
against
an hour’s interro-
gating
hand. The
strum-pause
paradigmatic
structure:
an act of
delicate
diligence: a purposeful
confirmation,
pulled
in secrets the
body
strands in
sectioned
pulses
pushing from fingers’
surname, initiating
birth. Said
of it a smallness of
sound. Heard of it a
halved memory
located my hand’s
touching of
italicized
syllables. To
memorize is to act
upon the mirror’s
constant appearance,
a
shine-flash
fulcrum of abbreviated
sound hears no
mention tomorrow
will mis-
read. Bravery is trust
in what the tongue
unravels through you. Is
an open windowed devoted
premise—language hearsay,
language upended.
Measuring
what
hears us. Resting to inward
all sound, radial,
leveled. Permissive the
breath is an exalted
persuasion. We’ve
heard it all,
heard what
detonates
within
the fleeing wing design,
momentum of this
hour’s fragrant
representation
Of this
Momentum Song (fifty-nine)
To where the sky-whispered
music
hangs in the sudden
blur we warm with eyed
rhythm: bond going there
to the bottom of
its presence. Night, here
is a shade lighter
than when we walk
away
from
the sway of moving
gradations.
Symptoms
heal through revelations—
through
what forms behavior
in the winged and throated
message.
Music re-
moves me, moves me
into what
fixates on my following,
my pulse’s compulsive
invitation to rendition
as in Lightning’s articulate
quick-stretch
splay and
untouched, over-
extended heat up. Here
is
where we read
these languages,
these nuanced
fathoms of predetermined,
sequenced speech, configured
memories of what
meaning is among
sections of
the tongue’s
unused revelry.
__________
Friction warms
us during Noon’s midday
sleeping.
Softened with
extended play virtue. Record
sequence, voice clarity
of this spring’s vocal
light plum evidence...
we travel
dexterous in what
happenstance unravels.
__________
Partitioned sounds
segregate nouns’ version
of what portends the
mirror’s
composite silhouettes. Two
are of our conjoined
ongoing, our
decisive
enunciations
of why we
are here, are ongoing
positions of
what enables and stays
in the stilled interpretation
of the music’s upward
upward frequency
of
meaning
Of this
Momentum Song (nearly-sixty)
Death
among these bodies
among the mothers’
solace
now silent. Sent
into
a type of hiding:
each face a con-
figured motive to
isolate from Light’s
mention of
involved observation
—Felino A. Soriano
