Bus Ride

Vents on the bus bus
Scream like an opera singer
Who in turn howls like a turbine.
Its a solid and unyielding
IAOO
(pronounced with a proper
Italian accent)
It becomes an enchanting
Industrial lullaby
Once pledged a fermata's detached support
Held held and held until
It seizes and consumes me
And I am engulfed
For an indeterminable time
By this single note
Constant and expanding

and ascending

To godhead
The sky shatters
And I receive the shards like a hallowed rain.