the options are there
nailed into a white wall
a spherical rainbow formation
labels printed with minuscule font
beckoning you lean in
inhale rain infused ink
petrichor rising
its vapour envelopes you
alters your sense
fate turns out the light
taps the switch
the loop begins at low volume
your voice in three part harmony
last phrase offered
exemplifies rhythms of your wisdom
you drink the sound of your own voice
but is this song the one
you want for your infinity ride
listen listen
behind yours is another’s voice
another’s recent call
voices pulse within your complex walls
the options are there
your inspiration, your raison d’être
waits for you somewhere
among the cacophony spins
rising repeating again and again
with neither pause nor resolve
between jubilation and despair
rehearsing its opening night
warming its hands
at the centre of your sun~
