What noise? What sound
of heaven’s swift articulation
drifts from spirited heights, aloft,
adorning mountains
with songs of purple sashes,
trickling over stones
in swelling movements,
inspiring river’s joyous foam to roll
to sea--
where deep calls
with eneffable groaning
to answer deep?
It is the voice of many waters
that once pierced in brilliant shards
through the hollow of dark hollow
when infant space and time erupted
in wild reverberation
expanding wholly, still,
in dynamic intonation
and billows now, around
a simple soul,
whose belly overflows
in swooning thought,
expressed
in struggling
vernacular.
Gold trophy winner
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