Contemplation

The electric hum of the Earth,

takes hold of your brain like a vice.

The roar -

invisible static in the air at play,

slithering into the depths of your folds.

Slow, rhythmic pounding,

emanating from the bloody drum in your chest,

fades into the universe.

A shuddering breath expels from weary lungs,

Sailing a dense cloud of condensation upwards.

For a millisecond in the moonlight,

before the owl call echoes throughout the night air,

conflict stops, and responsibility vanishes.

A rare gem can be found at this moment.

Profound silence - in the soul.