The Frequency of Flux

The curves of light begin to flow,
A pattern that we do not know,
It pulses in a secret glow.
The waves of sound are bending, 
Its melody unending.

A tangled web of sight and sound,
The hidden path cannot be found,
We follow where the lines are bound.
A chaotic, wild design,
No logic can define.

And yet a silent knowledge grows,
The beat that every spirit knows,
The current where the river goes.
A truth we can't explain, 
An echo in the brain.

From atoms dancing in the void,
To stars and galaxies deployed,
A primal, ancient force employed.
The cosmic RHYTHM beating,
A pattern still repeating.

It's complicated, strange, and deep,
A secret that the shadows keep,
While consciousness is fast asleep.
We feel it in the bone,
A language of its own.

The silent song we hear.

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