everything first

today is coming out of my head. I make little noises through my teeth. Birds continue singing me to sleep while I witness an everychanging planet of continuous rhythm. Become a little tiger that jumps up out of the pockets of drifting wind, wild and smiling. I opened a box into the past creaking, the wound and boundless layers of sound symphonic melodic percussive recursive curtains and found you. You are an eater of form, makes all thought seem meaningless. I feel around for something in the dark, fumbling weirdly in the warmth and quiet, and I startle even myself with wonderful errors. I make a tiny swallow and imagine fourteen minutes of useful and beautiful musical and linguistic lullabies.