NOT INSTRUMENTS BUT INFERENCES

"NOT INSTRUMENTS BUT INFERENCES" There is a range beyond this range. There is light we cannot see: Wherein dwell inconceivable sensations and possibilities. There is a loop beyond this loop. Which beckons us to dream: Of strangely opaque spaces within Rhythmically nuanced themes. There is a world beyond this world, Felt and sensed by you and me: Wherein serenity, love and order Meld dimensions fluidly. Yet, no one having been there, None can ever know whether: Sensate poetic suggestions Is proof that such is so? Invisible to deepest telescopes Outside all acoustic sounds: Not instruments, but inferences Discern what's not yet found.