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The Great Pregnancy

Hunting the Origin of Sound

By Christian LeePublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 1 min read
The Great Pregnancy
Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

Light that whisks the waves that rise to tilting,

Moonlight teasing: skating through the tumult

Set by roars’ of thunder, terse and diving…


Some will set a keel among the breakers,

Seeking nothing but a proof of folklore.

All to come rows woe, canoe, throe, gain; banner.


Can the clouds descend to reap from conscience

All the sonograms across the oceans,

Music—child of frequencies—eternal?


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...

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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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