Absorbed in the Sound,
Dissipating Call
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
If time knew an answer it would turn and run.
When lighting goes, seldom rung mixture
springs to life, tension release felt throughout.
Creation boundaries worth every breath they take.
Hidden gems in earth’s vault brought out when
occasion calls, forecast impossible degrees our
absolute fruition, beam certain as the morning light.
A find drawn out with fingers of every hand at once.
Deep in the fix where earth glows our love forged
by an ever running race to hold equilibrium, in a
dance dance revolution series of moves star addressed,
volcano storm quakes, bagpipes of a dissipating call.
Letters of Measure 