21//4

To Viktoriapark, the highest monument, the highest steps –

From the furthest fringes of sound and forward –

(But I wonder, what constitutes the furthest//how can I relegate the cognizance of an order surrounding me to the substrata of these impressions?Right. Best to just stop.)

a distant train, rhythmically clamoring over tracks

traffic in the nearby streets
a faraway 1-2 1-2 ambulance siren

the rush of a waterfall,

china clinks in the cafe

a small bell on a dog’s collar, among the murmur of scattered couples

the wind in the trees (timeless delicacy)
broken violin notes,

ascending, descending, circling steps

dogs barking, birds warbling – calling, responding sparring

fallen petals, dried and grating along the stonework

insect wings

and then blanch – blur toward inward slowly withdrawing –  language fades, inflections, wind, heartbeat – still at the center of a sphere of constant movement, interaction, interrelational, the frantic soundscape, worldwise depth, the whole outside, foreign, unnavigable, dense and multi-dimensional –  I hold my breath, a pure, filthy drag off of that whole outside and reduce myself to a controlled heartbeat, a low echo.