Sonic Bars of Music

the winds whipser and throw hands
to break our cosmic fall
but we are on a sea of air/made of overtones
and the air can be broken by this passage
all roads lead to the same ascent
non -linear ferocious intertwinning
things in....but...idea-things...
the stone of brass that spits the flower
tumbling traditions...
silence via sound, seeds & sparks equal
a jubliant aloneness...the solid
and the sonic of things

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