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~