the subtle nature of things,

how a change occurs

I can feel it in my teeth

a symphony through the body, in sync

the music isn’t sweet,

yet measured

unexpected, I can hear it now

I shall describe it aloud

forth and then back,

up then down

not evenly, mind you, irregular, stochastic

but with structure at ground

how do things move? the subtle things of life

like a feeling or the wind, a depression or the light

these songs can lift or settle, a process in the night

but realization has no rival, for it remains the open sky