every system is poised in arrested interlocking patterns
these many, focused, brilliant minds arrayed in strata
– medium within medium – facing an equal complexity –

this became my refuge, and then, my seeming multilayered purpose
these are not my calculations, though I may have furthered them
these are not my machines, though I may have nurtured them
this is neither my challenge nor my victory, but this may change me

as a Dragon, I accept change – the changes of the universe are mine as well
while as the mote of sunlight in the deepest, darkest abyss,
more obscuringly dense than the vast vacuum,
I wonder what I am here to illuminate?

the respectfully somber yet audaciously brave flourishes to begin,
and something starts to happen that never happened before
in the same way that nothing has ever happened before,
yet in such a way as to make that clearer than at other moments

clarity of our attention magnifying as pulses move through electricity,
furthering attached responses, setting in motion their multivarious channels
my awareness extends far, but only so far, not all being within my realm
I feel thrills in the anticipation held within the unknown
as the processes make their leaps.
what we’re hearing has never been projected in such a fashion,
and I for one feel it corporeally, perhaps they must in their own structures
this is going to have to affect something
this doesn’t feel like something that does nothing

my visual perception of water is probably the finest
in present direct experience, and this is stunningly unique
if the aim was to produce beauty, then they have done it
I have heard them say that the truest means are often the most beautiful,
and if so then from what I see, they may be achieving their exact aim

they, with their own ways of perceiving, appear as thrilled as I
probably more so in the Human way, because this is their endeavor
while I, in my Dragon way, recognize this as a turning point
the kind which we, too, note and remember within ourselves

from somehow within the sounds reaching and contacting the water,
there appear bright colors and dimensions, distances all around us,
as though we are inside something that is someplace else
but this someplace is no place of ours! so totally like, and unquestionably other,
fully realized, no sketch but a complete other place
– this could be a sky – this could be a land – shocking to the core –
though there is a form of grounding reassurance in our solidly continued existence.
we are fine.
our wavelengths are meeting other wavelengths,
and the completed soundscape is an unbelievable glory,
the definition of transcendence,
something nobody even knew they were going to achieve –
it shows on every face

and it’s transitory, we reach the end of our transmission,
and we’re back to the place where we yet remain, the same place we began
things achieve neutral state as we power down
did we do it? is this what this was supposed to do?

there’s someone in here that wasn’t here before
a small floating being who matches the skyscape colors that just surrounded us
she is clapping, and beaming radiantly

“Sublime! That was sublime,” said Rosy Glow. “I was drawn. You’re going to need something. I’ll try and see what it is by the time you need it.”