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The Rippling Quiet
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In the dark of the night…
Such soul touching quiet
That I’d never felt before
‘
An honest worn timbre, piano keys falling, immersed
Ancient primal heartbeat
Muffled rhythmic
P u l s e s
Gelatinous background intertwining
Each hair-thin twist of audio panorama
Together…
A silent, all-seeing spectre
Familiar
Yielding
Earnest
Russet-streaked apples and the fading dusk
Earth, soil, the closed-eyed acceptance of
Gaia’s serenity
Such physicality,
Such raw, understated passion that
I could barely comprehend
Melody striking recognition, unexpected, from within my heart
Tired, kindly saxophone notes
Mind’s voice
Culminating red crescendo descending softly into
Steady acceptance
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Life.
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Weary pieces of me, washing away
Tentative
Bits, tearing calmly off a photograph
Leaving
Pure essence
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Reflection
Knowledge.
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Perhaps some things should just be felt instead.:)