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Poem: Music Of The Spheres

 

far from the roar of man made noise

metal cogs & plastic toys

 

submerged in this aqueous dream

water like speakers to my ears

the deeper I go, the more I can hear

the hum of the planet

the music of the spheres

churning of orbits, hymns of whales

 

hair twisting & swirling around these limbs out stretched

held and swayed in this amniotic embrace

veins of gold flecked sand

and moss like green lace

 

flickering light through flesh of eyelids and layered waves

tendon-like tide (flexing, relaxing)

salt meets sea and dissolves

salvia, tears, sweat

 

like Before –

when I swam out from that smaller womb

but we were real before that

more than strands of spiraled blue prints

pre-finger prints, pre-conception

joyful gleams

born equal of the same resonance

out of that same flash of inspiration

 

let me float here and remember

your perfect form

where all faults converge

at the epicenter of love.

 

written at Shell Beach, CA. Photo by Brindl.

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