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Aug 2012
It starts with silence
surrounding all sensation.
A fleeting pause for contemplation...

Disturbed by sound
Stirring the soul
A bi-product or primary goal?

It begins to surge
slowly at first.
Build the tension
Till it leaks.
Go with the tempo
Till the Crescendo peaks
And falls.

We fall to,
Beautifully bound to this structure of sound.
Rob Rutledge
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Rob Rutledge
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