Tinkles on a Glass Stairway

the whirrs

of alien instruments

diffuse across

the Cumphurt Zoan membrane

and alight your air

in crackling streamers

with sparks

of electric melody

the molecules jiggle

until one band

like an internal

Milky Way

glows

in perfect resonance

music

made flawless

by intricacies

need not create

a new atmosphere

the air already

brims

with subtle feelings

gentle pinches

will charm

the capillaries

of the imagination

into a blush

of colour

across the aura

of a stimulated mind

consciousness

trickles along 

such vital

paths

in a realm

where thought

flows unlike water

a fossilized 

ember

frozen in currents

of thought

flows up

a glass stairway

that tinkles

in xylophone

tones

on the way back

to the stars

in a nursery

long-lost

behind a glimmer

your mind

will nest

amongst

its seeds

of creation

commemoration

and thus immortality

at the end

of a road

untraveled

by spirits

that don't

yet

know freedom

as yours does