The Sizzling

{A continuous effervescence of becoming}

There’s a simmering

An arcane rumbling

Like the white noise of the universe itself

A continuous effervescence of becoming

Right here under your feet

A fervour that makes the mycelium grow to the rhythm of dancing beats

A swarm that howls with the wind

A dreamlike memory of intertwined voices

Traces of the many lives that weave and spill

That sweeps you away

There is a fervour

That echoes in diasporic time and space

Whispering back to you

Contaminating you

A tingling that reverberates with the throbbing of your heart

Remembers

It stirs

Sustaining reality

Even the constructed, contorted and asphyxiated

Feels it gasp and throb

The steaming screams

It pulses with every shiver

Bursts out of pavements

Stop and listen to this continuous sprouting

The powerful erupting

Always on the thresholds and borders

Ultimately elusive

Never tamed

Grief and visceral love morphing

Breaks

Tears

Yearns

Vibrates

There’s an inexhaustible bubbling

That fertilises you

That makes and unmakes you

And has always known your name.