The Legitimate Heir

From the first notes on a shamisen
a crystal pyramid rises.
Brittle musculature constructs itself, bracket upon tress.
Ground into the polished surface are ridges
fluted by piano. Griffins and unicorns wander
through the long smooth electronic grooves,
weaving between the flash and chock of percussion.

A cacophony of wild and disturbing children murmur
their unquiet dreams. This is my son's nightmare.
A sunstrobe of sound gurgled through the water
of mind amalgamation, striation of music over all
that he finds acquiescent in a universe discordant
and malingering.

A heartbeat swells between breath rounds.
He has recreated the foetal in utero stasis,
a dangling reminiscence of the primordial.
We swim the Pleistocene amniotic canal together,
the coming, the becoming. I, the mother, he, the renewal,
a new beginning from essence and potency. A faithful promise
of our infinite capacity to create our own legacy.