revolution

wafting
on the crest of vibration
undulating
with the breath
up and out
then deep within
following the surge

oh to be sure
you can race ahead
with no thought of hush
but slow, slowly fade....
behind and hesitate
it's path
will quaver and swell
touching piece by peace
and when least expect
all and sundry
will be left reeling
in their own lone orbs
no concept
of what could be near and elapse

but the drifting notes still seep
bubbling softly down
into cores gone numb
with the days gone long
tickling
asking only for a response
one that gives pause
a tilt of head
askew, and yes
a view spec~tacle

for one can be filled
to rushing channels yawned
notes to permeate
those cold, dark abysm
silken light settling
to glow from within
that revolved
and renewed panorama