Idealism

Beneath everything there is a drummer
Who has been drumming very slowly

The Tabla has been dictated
Living performers interpret the fatal command
Resistless amplifications
Subliminal reiterations
Frogs blurting out in fractal fragments of it
Birds hymning it

Matter rises animated before it
Compelled to dance vigorously
Mimicking its symmetry

The Dictator of Resonance
Whose force leveled Jericho
By the arrangement of his arms
Will sound the seventh trumpet

The attention will be called
Into the highest chakara

For now the body [churns under]
Gigantic molecules
Producing fierce flame within

The course bodily energy
A consuming red flame

The cumbersome molecules
Must be digested with torrential mathematics
Burning too slow and hot
To attain a higher color

The Emotive mechanism
Has a measured rate
Vibrating in minute orbits
Churning gear ratios produce the flame
Creating orbital resonance with numeric frequency
Associating colors by sympathize vibration

Entire regions of pitch buzz within us
Consonance and dissonance are physical terms
They are emotional terms
The planets resonate in orbital vibrations
Octaves below human sense
Worlds away from color and sound
And yet ordered in the physical family

And beneath everything there is a drummer
Who is drumming very slowly with his hands
He projects an interested yet detached smile
He is deeply satisfied and patient