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.