Around my studios coil
Hydras of light
Burning with the sound
Of the music
In my head
They speak to me
Reach out to me
Tell me to see
The light they bring
Spent hours
Understanding
Their language
And tongue
I know how to speak it
But forgot it
How come?
Lest the hydras
Cease to speak
As I sit and weep
In wait for weeks
Until they return
Speaking a new
Dialect of creation
And changing colors
Of the light
In their spines
And breath
From many heads
These hydras twist
And coil around
My legs and move me
To translate for them
The things in my head
Are hydras
They make light
With the sound of thought
And when you kill one
Two more are reborn
From the fire of
Cauterizing creation
