Keep On

I keep on singing what I never could,
I sing of what I never understood
Thawing words and music from trance of ice
That is at last prehistoric no more

Like some rime frozen not to know itself
It was always there, piezo receptors
Signaled it up along the vague nerve
As it baffled my center’s analysts

As missing sense neurobiology
Frets its way along paths seeming mystic
Until they can begin to separate
And surge into singing that selves myself

I apologize for obscurity
As my amazement makes a map of me