I Do Not Write New Music

I do not write new music.  My music is a response to and an echo of what already exists      Music mimics / music mothers      music mocks music rocked deep into writing      I do not write new but I write anew      I do not write original scripture but scripture revival     I tint tent Taryn Tabernacle desert damsel dwelling and she drinks the mimosa of the music     she eats the writing thrust into the altar trailyards yardbirds Taryn Testament     She consumes the Word cannibal and cannonball, and Coltrane cascades the cool sheets of sound     sound around     sound sorcerer      wilderness wizard      plunged into the heady excitement of the new music and blossoming bebop scene      creation collage     creation cut-up technique     creation converge and coalesce

The dead are not alive, and the living will not die

Dead deep dark and dark drives dark to its deepest     dead deepen dark and dark drums dark to its divine     Dead dins dwelling its long draw to its swelling superessential ray of God Gloom and Divine Darkness dips desert     drips desert     divine desolation      a tone which blasts like a blow torch tottling Taryn      Dead spikes depths, the den caravan and cavern, a vision superdark and superbrilliant Benjamin disassociating into the Cloud of Unknowing, the wilderness wing weeping     Dead spin spiner and spindle, the spoke empty in kenosis, keeper of the dead     Dead dream vision valley oracle oracular, the retina residue resting the ream of scripture as a curtain      Curtain covers visible invisible, the variety of views of the mercy seat and I sit center     I feel the need for more time, more rhythm around me, the rhythm multi-directional, and I give direction to the dead     I live in light, a supernal dark and superessential dark that beams blue brilliance     aloft alive     above alive bellowing vision     abyss alive in abundant anarchy     I live the anchor in light, the apartment blues blanketing Taryn transition     Taryn transistor     Taryn transformer and Abyss floods abnormal abscess playing prayer proliferation, my conformal compulsive writing plague symmetry-breaking