Pounding sound,
Percussive,
Persuasive
Propulsion
Instigating
Movement.
Instinctive retreat:
From a distance,
Perhaps
The pulse
Gains clarity,
Loses its threat,
Gains its value,
Recovers its beauty,
Recording its passage
A wave
To break
Against a shore
Somewhere
Distant,
And a harmony
Can be found
For what is now
Just Noise.
Someone feels a need
To share their playlist
As the calendar flips,
Digits roll,
Dreams meld, one
Into the next,
Windows are open,
Freeing this cacophony
To find its way
Out into
The cosmos,
Wave after wave
En route to
The beginning of time.
Billions of
Eardrums
Yet to
Be pierced.
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