Tones of Touch

Progression found in increments
of counting left untold,
just as a mind releases thoughts
of multitudes of quantity
and sinks again into the quality
of life in motion.

When one, two, three, and even four,
return again into the centered five;
extending then again its reach,
to teach of numbers squared;
unending in the decimals they share.

We travel then to life unknown
by the powers of equation or persuasion,
knowing that a little more is always possible;
for within the feel of need and want
lies deep desire that flaunts all attitudes
into a mood of ever-present
ecstasy in pure emotive energy.

Singing, always singing into sounds
of an infinity in rounds of particles that
move in waves of succulent
and undulating tones of touch
at last revealed to mind . . .


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