Exponential Nuance
Z = Z2 + C
When meaning’s sense transforms from words like notes
Do when they turn to melody with chords,
The harmonies with rhyming rhythms, throats
And instruments all blending widely towards
That certainty which saints and prophets know,
Reverberations then become the point.
The ricocheting connotations glow
With almost holiness. The parts anoint
Each other stretching out each other’s strains
As if an echo chamber sends the whole
Beyond as if a ghost refuses stains
As it erupts far past where walls control.
The import that the lines thought they would build
Becomes scents’ serendipity unwilled.
~ Phillip Whidden