A thousand years from now

I am the echo of the echo of the echo That is to be. Here and now I am voice That will grow In bellowing roars To break this silence

I am the ripple of the ripple of the ripple That is to be. Here and now I am wave That shall rise In towering tsunamis Engulfing all in my wake

I am a big bang Of sort A small bang Really The birth of a universe An everyday microcosm Part of the part of the part Yet whole

I seek an impulse In Presence in the present To instil amplitude To my emotions In the fabric of this moment In this space To stir a movement within That shall spread without

Silence is our future Listen in the faces to be You might see The oval of my nostril, The line of my brow The curves of my lips Pieces of my garment For other to wear Echoes of my sounds Ripples of my waves

Join me To merge our waves To mesh our voices To defy the death in silence to come Let’s shape an intricate pattern That won’t remain A blasting song that won’t be heard A present For this moment

Let’s make this breath Wide enough to shelter free To plot, to gloat, To beam to blast Before we rot.

Let us burn in each other Before stillness drapes over and pulls us taut in dark

For nothing remains.