from the chirping of the wood thrush
to the roar of the beasts of the earth
the sound of cockroaches
the harmony of the wind
the universe speaks to us
eliminate all sounds artificial
all beyond our visual
and listen
not with thy ears but with thy brain
every sound to the drop of rain
it is the Schisma
hard to crack as an enigma
to all the questions we seek out
but without doubt
the answers we are not without
©peakynate
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