Hearken

Ummm...on an otherness scale this no doubt fits snugly on the upper end of the spectrum...a niche itch...just not a scratch and sniff...............or...?


Hearken


Sure this solemn stillness
Like deep and waveless water
Clutching
Loosing
Grasping
Dropping
Molasses of the mind

How loud this awesome quiet
That pings hard upon the eardrum
So subtle
Soft and shapeless
Waving Slow
And swift
To time

Shadows coalesced and birthed us
The mark
The shades remittal
With tongues wagged in farmed tumult
Left to graze on thoughts sublime

Hearken sure and grasp this epoch
The warp
The weft of reason
Founded on the bones
The eons

An age
A changeling season

An end to orders rhyme


I did warn you before you took the leap...


YouSir