Sound

The spirituality of sound of a gong of a loon the impossible grieving of morning doves the cracking of ice the drone of urban streets trucks rumbling over wooden bridges a cat’s purr There’s a need to hold sound to feel its pulsation to see colors of sound or to hear the sun mounting the sky or the bloodless and wicked sound of lightning Ah, the overflowing tapestry of sounds with their invisible force or the unconscious sounds of the dead diffused and distant or the meandering of echoes the broadcast, the transmission the longwinded sermons the cry of a newborn the utterance, the announcement a city’s cacophony, the uproar the dissonant chord the rhetoric of schizophrenics or Purple Passages of Deep Purple psychedelic or progressive sounds Om, a sound of guidance the chant, the mantra, the moan of orgasms, the gasp, the scream the subtleness of whispers ------------------------------------------------------------------ from my 6th book-length ms. ©dah / dahlusion 2015 all rights reserved "Sound" was first published in 'Chicago Record Magazine'