An old song that’s fairly recent plays via random algorithm sequence
dictated by 1’s and 0’s as far as we know, although this frequency prompts
insightful inquiries into the former me; one in the same
but another day comes and I am born yet again.
I always play this song when something’s on my mind
but not in the literal sense, hence if such were the case
I’d put it on loop and play it all the time.
Thoughts always pacing, walking, sometimes racing
within the confines of the infinite lines of the figure 8 track
of the super highway that is consciousness;
I promise this: whenever I look back and listen to this melody
the weight will fall off my shoulders and give way to serenity.
The vibes strive to make me feel alive as I feel the kind and all too familiar syncopation
adjust my mood to its sonic stipulations.
In a world where war comes in many forms
any moment of peaceful trancsendence is to be remembered and cherished;
it could be laying in the grass on a sunny day,
a hot dog in the city with mustard and relish,
a walk down the street or through memory lane,
a random street fair you find around the corner,
a cold glass of water on a summer afternoon,
a nap on a plane or a car or a train,
a clear night sky with a shining moon,
or anything that takes you to another plain.
Ironically enough I find the most peace with a song
from a band called ‘Explosions in the Sky’.
The name is the same as my favorite thing to do
with a lover. It’s called “Your Hand In Mine.” -RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 