traces of truth can be heard.
the slow rhythm of the drum
sets the pace of the spirit dance.
liquid crashes into solid materials
and asks you to listen.
reminders of a time surrounded by the essence of life
guides dreams up a spiral staircase.
from the crown
the world is filled with makers of sound.
they scream
wave your attention to destinations unknown
thrive in the commerce of thought.
anything
to get you
not to
think of you.
sidetracked by manifested importance
we spin uncontrollably.
slam into one another.
the song is constant.
never stops to catch a breath.
silence waits patiently
so the mind can understand the heart.
