The Crack

There is a gate.
opening as your gaze spirals inwards.
Where music rises through the destruction of the vessel,
cracking you open.
carrying your cries, your ecstasy.
You are an injured animal.
A radiating star.
Phrases become waves, and time signatures become canyons.
Formless, you are untouchable
Unspeakable
made present through your own annihilation.
Your eyelids crossed by the ocean’s surface,
you are both the sky and the dark deep.