Spectral Analysis

Static transfers the living cue

of artificial beats from a circuit's clue

 

If light is flesh and sounds do fight

then frequencies breath with lungs tonight

 

The taste of thought does shake my bones

against the wake of magnetic moans

 

Air is thirst that I drink like whine

to the rhythmic tune of a warming mind

 

Mixing distance to sync with time

chaos evades boundary of design

Author's Note

Thoughtful critique is always welcome.