There is a level of insistence,
a shivering drumbeat, that comes with
being who you are, exactly, upon this earth,
fractures and all.
It is the very bones
of existential jazz, its jonesing and felicity,
and the greatest most supple genius lies
in learning to play yourself out,
seeding the art of who you are,
and how you course, into thin air,
practing the scales of a molecular siege
that will always remain an unfinished
marvel in progress.