I plunged into a cascade
of streaming syllables to explore the coded formations
of ancient mandolin songs
from a distance that seemed to emanate
from within my pulsing blood

A spark
of murmuring somethings
swiftly and steadily came to embrace
my tingling fibre

I swam quietly
through the magnetic melee,
knowing I could be there forever
It was a burgeoning symphony!

I became disoriented
and lost my need to escape
My feet were stuck
in tangles
of rhythmic growth
that refused to let go

The sensitized tip of my brain
realized this was it:
the insoluble ocean of everything,
the one sages and delicate magicians
wade through
for the knot of fancy answers

And everything poets search for:
the tulip's orchestral beginning
the irreducible peregrine song
my trembling breath
in melodic wonderness