Sound
A long unearthly synth,
sends giant waves that pulse,
Shattering the black mirror,
- The dark ghostly void,
- The grey mask,
- The broken frame.
Fragments scatter across the feet,
Piercing the senses,
Revealing hidden truths.
Emotion bursts into the inner-soul,
With colours that can never be seen,
But only be heard.
The rhythm floods the gates,
of the chambers in the heart,
As the mind draws near,
To the essence of sound.
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