Sight

Laddering

instinct on instinct 

a cadence builds in itself 

consisting only of frequencies 

in their current form its existence 

is one of pure immediacy, each rest 

imbued with the incantational invitation

to burst forth, the harbour bell rippling over

 the water, the lurch that precedes movement as the 

gateway to all momentum. It does not concern itself 

with stillness. Water is never still as quiet is never

silent, always the indication of live input; the 

progressive coupling of opposing sound

and darkness is a school for hearing.

Adding to the substance without 

weight. Modulating impulse 

into instinct modulating

sound into 

light.