Synesthesia - Tucson Cutsogeorge

As always, the symphony without audience

plays on. Chemical swell, invisible to

eye/nose/ear/tongue/skin,

existing nonetheless.

What mixture of vapor!

Innumerable messages, footprints:

some lasting eons, others but an instant

before subsumption, a kindly erasure.

It lowers, barely a whisper:

strength now echoing

inside those still with voice.

And what a rattle it becomes!

Reverberate inside bones, cacophonous din,

yet how harmonious it remains!

Secondary sounds become

tendons, implicit in their control.

Millenniums of modalities graft to

all that is: live in Synesthesia, beautiful

creature! See/Smell/Hear/Taste/Feel the Music!

Tucson Cutsogeorge is a current senior at the University at Albany, although he will be graduated by the time of publication. He is one of two ARCH Interns, running the publication alongside Shaya Bock. He is an English major, Film minor, and believer in the universality of art.