I am hungry for the discomfort that means that world
is about to shake, shutter and grow a whole lot bigger.
I hunger to see new expressions of life piling up and pouring over the old.
I hunger for the shock of the new, the familiar, the misplaced and unanticipated context.
I hunger for inhibition to music
the freedom to move with passion
My body thumming with ancient rhythm
to become eternal living sound
I hunger for embraceable melody
to shimmy, shake and shine
voices harmonizing and held
in universal language
to travel opens the senses
for more unknown than knowing
to act goes beyond senses