Silent Psalm

I long to write a silent song; ringing resonant rising round revolving reach, risk relaxing riots, quiet storming streams, sentient string waiting your our sharing story, advent's adventure deep despair diving drifting out beyond sonorous sea seasons sweeping flight to gather might, speaking slyly down steaming volcanoed channels reaching roots of listening into Earth's core climate confluent-soul. Speak, justly shout enchanting contention churning charry content, informating reasons fine-purposed political meanings boiling funnel tipping turning spinning spilling waves of Tao balance revolving temperamental climatic cross, straining yang from West to East reversing yin from East to West like longing lingering loitering within belonging becoming being yin's right spins left good's evil space wrestling with voices murmuring pulsing massaging rhythm's blood flows flying frequencies echoing past identities of storms still-dancing through memory's veins and river swollen spring's raucous roaring songs singing silence I long to write.