Monday, August 2, 2010


I am the sound,
the violence of clapper
and bell curve
contained in wave after wave
of shape
moving through you
becoming new
and changing the tide.

I am the echo of love
in flesh and blood
and the tear of time
in memory's wake
because nothing more remains.

I am every shape,
every vibration not seen
with human eyes.

I am everything that was,
I am all that is left,
I am that which is unborn,
the sound wave of creation.

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