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The Moment I Speak
Forming a soundscape in a moment drenched in silence,
A moment encumbered by fears cast to light,
An emptiness longing to be known,
Perceptions lay like shadows before me.
Streams of consciousness cascade to the unsettled stomach,
Floods of emotion are not easily digested raw,
But even they fall into patterns as if water on glass,
Carving out paths of least resistance; returning to the sea.
Human impulse caves as a lonely sound is made,
the start of a symphony unbound to normalcy,
Requiring nothing but a breath to carry the spectacle,
Uncovering a rhythm affirmed only in echo; the show goes on.
This voice is but a familiar vessel far from any known port,
Manipulating symbols to serve the source of the being,
till the tides wash the sands of memory; toppling my castle,
returning me to the deepness of silence.
<3
A moment encumbered by fears cast to light,
An emptiness longing to be known,
Perceptions lay like shadows before me.
Streams of consciousness cascade to the unsettled stomach,
Floods of emotion are not easily digested raw,
But even they fall into patterns as if water on glass,
Carving out paths of least resistance; returning to the sea.
Human impulse caves as a lonely sound is made,
the start of a symphony unbound to normalcy,
Requiring nothing but a breath to carry the spectacle,
Uncovering a rhythm affirmed only in echo; the show goes on.
This voice is but a familiar vessel far from any known port,
Manipulating symbols to serve the source of the being,
till the tides wash the sands of memory; toppling my castle,
returning me to the deepness of silence.
<3
Published 3rd Mar 2017
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