Kite Rules

In between the dusts in airy waves white,
I step through lines of damp, distant music
That you composed when you fashioned your kite
To usher me here in your loving lick.

Though creepers crawling stretch to strike the gong,
Extending through the wormholes of our time.
I swirl in reverberations of song
Across those teleological lines.

Thus in dance I escape the timely duel;
Movement found in the symphony you play,
And wheresoever my wind blows may rule,
My king tethers me to laws I obey.

And whensoever is his to demand.
And what, where, why bow down to his command.