The sharp edges, and many ways to slice, in looking deeper

Listening,

drawn across

grander scales

of good chords

and discords

and harm-monics,

feeling what moves

the movement

of inflate, history-onics

in the biggest

frames of

grate, flickering,

all objects quaking,

you come

to know

every version

of what can be

transferred

in the extreme.

The highest crests.

The lowest troughs.

All in

the infinite variations

of what anyone

or anywhere

ever wears, tears

or is worn

out of it all.

You tune

yourself

to these mind

too frequent-cies,

relating,

more or less,

to any

you

or them

that could be

and what could happen

in the master

of mix,

is a roller you

can't coaster on;

rushing to fall

and rushing to rise.

So much sublime,

as well as the slime,

of every kind

of lofty dream

or deepest scream.

This is

what it means

to bear witness

to the dream

of that bigger

picture screened

in the highest

resolve you make

of resolution.

The possibilities

are so large

and you are

so small.

Can you stay

as you are

even as you change?

Keep the balance

in the mean

of perspective,

and so to have

any hope

for focus

on a purpose.

Are there meanings

you can make

to ease the take

of those who follow

in your wake?

You must find

a faith to take

it so.