The Great Pregnancy
Hunting the Origin of Sound
Light that whisks the waves that rise to tilting,
Moonlight teasing: skating through the tumult
Set by roars’ of thunder, terse and diving…
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Some will set a keel among the breakers,
Seeking nothing but a proof of folklore.
All to come rows woe, canoe, throe, gain; banner.
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Can the clouds descend to reap from conscience
All the sonograms across the oceans,
Music—child of frequencies—eternal?
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Maybe time will tell what blood is streaming,
Why a planet lights a match on fire,
From and to the source that lends it breathing...
About the Creator
Christian Lee
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
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