The Upbeat...

Before there was a word, there was a loneliness within the pin pricked night. Waves of vibrations, sound, coalescent’s gestate. Planets were birthed with souls. There was only the soul and a longing for words, synapses gestating wavelengths of loneliness, the aching lack of sound, and the celestial night. Man was born to midnight with eyes and ears for soul to din’s discordant sound, no harmony, no words, aging, aching, alone, thoughts thus, wordless, gestate. Circular gestation for the day became night and weakened loneliness, woman kind brought her soul. Ether resounded with words for those souls, the God sound. Strong, sweet, silibant sound released from gestation song formed from combined words, crooning fills the nubile night joining of mated souls. The Word freed loneliness. No longer alone, vibrating within the sound each atom relates to the soul Gestation continues in the never-ending cycle of night and the Word. *dedicated to L'nass Shango & David Smalling for their inspiration.