Open Mic Night

The translucent light is focused on me before my words run,

Leaving my concerns to form an embryo of language I breath,

Then release into the microphone to travel through wires of sound systems,

Like the Veins I have under my skin,

This body of audio releases thoughts within,

My hands shuffle and shift as if possessed,

Helping produce verbs that get sipped like honey into the nest,

Of all species patient enough to feel my devastatingly glorious hymn,

On this night you'll hear me forever,

Cuz if the mic is open this letter I've spoken will ripple and change,

Past the point my silver cord severs,

I believe,

Yes,

I believe everything will get better