seven minutes to say all that is within me...
i know it is just scratching the surface of the deep open space....
every time i find something new...
it drops from my fingertips....
falling to the surface in one slow dive...
leaving concentric circles...
pushing farther to the unknown...
with an echo that disturbs the serenity of order..
the quiet of safety...
the stillness of ignorance....
lily sang with urgency....
i hear you singing that same tune...
i am training my ear to it...
for it is a foreign tongue to me..
it scratches my ear like a needle on a record...
round and round that static call beckons
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