Waltzing Andromeda: comets rain Tchaikovsky

Where does music go once it’s caressed
drum corals of ears grass skin cut glass

Clumps of humanity pool helix ripples in cloud
ether’s humus all gather benighted in dance

Measure chorus of waves
from the works we speak

do our cilia sweep wormholes clean
or buried cochlea pleasure the ground

Gongs of larynx
peel away the hour

And there is no rest
absence of word

Who quiets the feet
of this template world

Who watches Andromeda dance