It’s born
into this world
spilling gold,
painting the darkness,
saturating the
signal-to-noise ratio,
with a rare and
certain truth
that hums
behind the static.
What lies beyond
the grooves
so deeply carved,
where echoes of time
long to tell us
their secrets?
Through mist
and shadows,
the pulse
of morning drums,
weaving questions
into our inner silence,
each breath a map
to unknown dreams.
And then, the dawn.
Every groove
holds stories,
etched into the
old bones of the Earth,
their weight, gravity
pulling heartbeats
toward the unseen.
Just beyond
dawn’s quivering edge,
where babel settles
into a sacred hymn,
the world exhales
and we step,
again weightless,
into whatever blessings
and horrors await us.
EVW
Be well, make the most of this day. Thank you for reading!
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