“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Friday, May 27, 2016
radio waves
Songs are planets
spherical orbs molded
by collective atomic
minds and sub-pieces
bonded serendipitously
as sound.
Each element
each instrument
tuned to its own
bio-chemical
reaction and re-action
of push and pull
bound by electro-
magnetic hypnotism,
like rhythm
the body moves
and spins.
Image by Dana Berry [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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