Once The Earth Lay Down

Form follows matter.

Vision, perplex, prospects.

Sweet sound, brutal music,

Perspects, clocks

 

Rummage in the burrow of noise.

Time and the impressions

It delivers,

A curfew's cause for dreaming,

The invisible opinion

 

Of one silence

Falls on another so near

To noise, invisible decibels

Too glorious for human ears.

 

Petite uknown dimensions

Too eager and right

For human eyes, close

In the distance.

◄ Loopworm

Microbes, looking ►

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