Instrument of Vibration

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'Rows' by Carl Plate via Wikimedia Commons

In reverie I drum with open hands
all over my naked chest legs stomach,
beating into this life a rhythm,
percussing the guts beneath my skin…

my body
an instrument
of vibration.

Every boundary is a membrane
each membrane a drum full
with organs of oceans beyond sky
and the powerful force which waits inside…
contains a frequency I hide
shakes an inanimate dance to life.
In reverie I drum loud with open palms
all over my heart’s
cage,

to beckon this cadence come alive,
percussing my inside song to rise…
no longer hidden
behind a skin…

my body
an instrument
of vibration.

All his life Kevin EM Rodgers has wondered why he’s alive and if there is a point. He combines philosophy, science and his own experiences in attempt to make some sense of it all.

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