SYNAPSE
EMMA LEE MALBON
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Synapse
Emma Lee Malbon
When sound became…
When song, when song became sound
Sound became song
When sound becomes song it has always been secretly serenading…
And after rites of expulsion and tricky embodiment it is
seen
known
heard
with unprecedented, numinous lucidness
Breath me up and drown me in delicious din…breathing me up and drowning me
In delicious din
in
Ugliness and glory—this impermanent temple of audible oddities
Drag me
Drag my eager ears under the terrifying stream of speech
That void- empty oozing impregnated with hideous human joy
and death spells and spirit
Dance in and out of me in lioness dog songs burning
Churning serpentine trills on writhing
And baby birds barking with hunger born
Moaning traffic lights clank and church bells crack sky like
woodpeckers on holy pillars
Poles strewn in synchronistic symphonies
Holy holy…holy
reverbs
Woodpeckers on holy pillars–poles embellished
with electric ribbons of currents of communication
Communion strewn in synchronistic symphonies
holy holy
Reverbs
And blare bachata gospels out of infinite shattering brass bard mufflers
Mufflers shattering into my whispering walls that know no boundaries
Weed wacking reed pipes on concrete
cooing city doves– Mourning
morning all aflutter in fiery love
springing psalms of
Slinkies rusty and descending upon ancient stairways to heaven in their divine clumsiness
And yes
Yes! To the ensemble of unbalanced ceiling fan freestyling with a faceless naked clock’s tiktok…
While faucet fluids tickle a hollowing dirty drain and
Dare….dare I even speak of rain
Wallowing wailing whilst in the depths of dreams she rises
wassailing siren screams on panes I did not know were embracing me with such stormy warmth
She weaves her watery self into sunlight
Dew into
Sparkling chainmail blankets
Armour disguised as adornment
Clamouring
duetting epic with
Highway winds and playlists…
invitations of syncopated seduction…devoured and disabled in and downbeats
Come and tiptoe on my minds eye…
To freezing waves of the voiceless vapor,
Jazzy teal torrents to shatter beaten paths into unsung scores of creation
While hounds of love howls through treetops hissing block parties on high
Kissing endless core and sky
Surrender me into rhythm and faded rhyme
Transport me to some strange infancy
In tender grit
The tipponic grinding of salty sandy sea on molar bone
Driving
Grinding
Frenzy
May I bask in the bellows of garbage flowers and sonar seaweed
Stripped of sunlight’s golden kisses bare and slapping barely numb seashores
I sing the driving frenzy of racehorse gods
The subversive joys
The source outside of me as it grinds internally within in boundless boiling kettle screeching eternity
And when song became sound, sound became song it becomes now…
Texture…
sensation…
Thunderous thuddy buzzing silent vibration!
Within and abound I know it hear it feel it
am of it and in it
It is in me
As it scurries…caresses…arrives
And gloriously cuts cracks of divine light diving deep
And I seep into chiastic kingdoms
holy holy holy
When song, when song became sound
Sound became song
When sound becomes song it has always been secretly serenading…
And after rites of expulsion and tricky embodiment it is
seen
known
heard
with unprecedented, numinous lucidness
Breath me up and drown me in delicious din…breathing me up and drowning me
In delicious din
in
Ugliness and glory—this impermanent temple of audible oddities
Drag me
Drag my eager ears under the terrifying stream of speech
That void- empty oozing impregnated with hideous human joy
and death spells and spirit
Dance in and out of me in lioness dog songs burning
Churning serpentine trills on writhing
And baby birds barking with hunger born
Moaning traffic lights clank and church bells crack sky like
woodpeckers on holy pillars
Poles strewn in synchronistic symphonies
Holy holy…holy
reverbs
Woodpeckers on holy pillars–poles embellished
with electric ribbons of currents of communication
Communion strewn in synchronistic symphonies
holy holy
Reverbs
And blare bachata gospels out of infinite shattering brass bard mufflers
Mufflers shattering into my whispering walls that know no boundaries
Weed wacking reed pipes on concrete
cooing city doves– Mourning
morning all aflutter in fiery love
springing psalms of
Slinkies rusty and descending upon ancient stairways to heaven in their divine clumsiness
And yes
Yes! To the ensemble of unbalanced ceiling fan freestyling with a faceless naked clock’s tiktok…
While faucet fluids tickle a hollowing dirty drain and
Dare….dare I even speak of rain
Wallowing wailing whilst in the depths of dreams she rises
wassailing siren screams on panes I did not know were embracing me with such stormy warmth
She weaves her watery self into sunlight
Dew into
Sparkling chainmail blankets
Armour disguised as adornment
Clamouring
duetting epic with
Highway winds and playlists…
invitations of syncopated seduction…devoured and disabled in and downbeats
Come and tiptoe on my minds eye…
To freezing waves of the voiceless vapor,
Jazzy teal torrents to shatter beaten paths into unsung scores of creation
While hounds of love howls through treetops hissing block parties on high
Kissing endless core and sky
Surrender me into rhythm and faded rhyme
Transport me to some strange infancy
In tender grit
The tipponic grinding of salty sandy sea on molar bone
Driving
Grinding
Frenzy
May I bask in the bellows of garbage flowers and sonar seaweed
Stripped of sunlight’s golden kisses bare and slapping barely numb seashores
I sing the driving frenzy of racehorse gods
The subversive joys
The source outside of me as it grinds internally within in boundless boiling kettle screeching eternity
And when song became sound, sound became song it becomes now…
Texture…
sensation…
Thunderous thuddy buzzing silent vibration!
Within and abound I know it hear it feel it
am of it and in it
It is in me
As it scurries…caresses…arrives
And gloriously cuts cracks of divine light diving deep
And I seep into chiastic kingdoms
holy holy holy