Ping pong persuits

the way a cello wanders
like a fading light,
head tumbles onto shoulder,
tiny fingers cradled in a palm,
that there will always be
another story, always cairo
spilling from within
an orthopedics of perception,
cubist movement
in the method-of-a-whole
becomes the pencil
that has drawn
the tracing of her leaf,
creates a sound
which grows into a song,
a fan, a map,
a wizard's twilight cloak
of melting metaphors
and other tendriled grammars,
magic carpet metamorphosis
of maestro-ed multiplicities
zooming-in-and-out
of dandy grass refrains
past mr. maja painting blue
with flutes
whenever
jenna's
baggy
brush
with
bees
becomes
her
famous
soggy
ooosh

"Childhood scenes, children's games: the starting point
is a childlike refrain, but the child has wings already,
he becomes celestial. The becoming-child of the musician
is coupled with a becoming-aerial of the child, in a
nondecomposable block. The memory of an angel or rather
the becoming of a cosmos." (D&G, ATP)