Poetry: "Resonance"

Slowly, slowly, sound loftily drifting,
from precipice to precipice,
among the craggy rafters,
where sparrows nestle in thistle-twig bowls--
silence like a fragile treasure falling,
wraps itself gently in vibration;
rumbling of metallic frictions massages the air,
kneeding your ears and outward, down,
through the webbing fascia, creeping deeper,
'til your muscles shiver at intervals, rasping
tissue to tendon, some false tremulo,
paralyzing with needling discomfort--

Sharp chirps of birdsong chime,
bass usurped with ring of steel
and racing aluminum shimmies
interweaving; short shore waves lapping
quick at the drums
a hum that stirs the blood
the embryonic potential and fragile shell
you feel the tug like lift on wings you rise
over whirring endmills, pulsing response
jerks of reaction at white noise frequency--
some seismic internal EKG
that reminds the heart in your chest
when it leaps for someone,
taking flight from ribcage rafters,
falling still encased,
to hope for rebirth, for evolution,
for anything but the shattering,
of resonance too strong.