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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Before there was a world or a word there was unfathomable loneliness in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night an infinite course of vibrations, sound nascent, coalescing, gestating, until planets ripening birthed with souls. There was only the orb, the throbbing soul and an unknown longing for word, conduits formed synapses gestating to wavelengths of crystalline loneliness, the aching white noise, static, lack of sound, and the wanderers of celestial night. Man was born to such a daunting midnight aqueous eyes and conical ears for soul to shattering din’s discordant sound, no bird song, no harmony, no words, just an aging, aching, aloneness, of random thoughts thus wordless gestating. A rhythm of circular gestation formed the day and lingering became night and thus weakened, warmed the loneliness with woman kind He brought her soul. Ether resounded with sheet lightening, words for those sounds were to souls, the God sound. Strong, silibant streams of understood sound released from the oval egg of gestation songs formed as man combined the God like words croonings of passion fill the nubile night as joinings rolled-tidal of mated souls. Word all powerful had freed loneliness. Each creature gifted an end to loneliness earth, water, fire ,wind, all given sound, all graced beloved with shimmering souls, hatched from the dragon’s egg, life gestates into the bountiful passage of night. Cherish the ever present presence of the Word. No longer alone, a sound vibrating within each atom relates to the soul, gestation continues in the night's never-ending cycle of the Word's life. *My PASSION is SONG * Many lines have internal RHYME as well as the end rhyme achieved by the use of the same words. *Dedicated to inspiration achieved through the writings of L'Nass Shango & David Smalling
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