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945 · Aug 2013
Sound
Soft night emerged, came walking across the water,
Laid itself down in sheets
Across the heaviness of air
And all about became its bleak color of darkness.

Sounds however refused to
Alter their hues with the coming of their unseen makers.
From afar
Waves broke against the shore
And that tender climb reached up
And patted me on the shoulder, and I could imagine
As it shrank back down to its beach
In gentle ladled golden flows, the image of that sound.

A spirit remarking in the deep exercised its body.
The earth played like an instrument,
Or senses broken in half
And in that break is reached a hand to take
Its feeling straight from sources,
Those wonderful vibrations who were changed
By steps who filled their path, until the dawn.

— The End —