On Judgment

Because my hands are my art
And the length of my arm, my canvas
I stretch beyond the tides that your
Fingers can measure

Music floats, sinking in my skin. Glowing
With the beauty of an unforgiven sin
It's way beyond the fumes that your
Eyes can see

These words stretch, ringing through every fiber
Splitting up into their innumerable strands
They are way beyond the frequency that your
Eardrums can catch

So, while you vibrate at your own axis
And circle around your own length
And skitter in a foreign land, just know that
...I'm doing the same