Sounds We Cannot Hear

Feel the silence therein The stillness of a scent that permeates  The scant wave that reverberates in what once faithful people called by name a soul when shaking palsy— tremors the spotted head the mottled hand That held once one soft supple youthful shoot tender as a sapling in its youth  Useful and new as a horizon is to a churning earth.  Beaming rays from ungodly imaginable space-time Rays, rays, rays promising hope of a new day rousing creatures of the earth into some sort of ethereal daze of comprehension Beautiful rays passing through infinite darkness like the slightest shaft of light penetrating the deepest depths of the sea I was here and you were here And the unknown chaos that existed before space-time may live with in our DNA ALWAYS Hurtling. Hurtling. TOWARDS RENEWAL AND CONSCIOUSNESS  Put the squeeze on heart the promise of life You too feel yourself taste my page And introspection weighs heavy Self-reflection can be your straight-jacket. Allowing you to absorb the silence Imbibe silence like the center of a white cloud  Silence of space and the most terrifying distance one cannot grasp— that circles back on into infinity  All that stillness reverberating in you— a pebble dropped in placid waters  slowing like a lightening strike in reverse Inertia tugging away at your speedy protons and neutrons that make you It perpetually outstrips Nirvana Even outlives any current form you may be.