It sounds

wind chimes

It sounded like a wind
A wind trapped in a hollow place
It sounded like a wind trapped
In a hollow place

The music that I heard
That music I heard, I, some notes
Floating like leaves branched mid-air
Memoranda and notes

From the unending breath
In things for just a moment here
Somewhere where I am I am
In this very moment here

Listening to the wind
Assuming a strange shape in sounds
Worlds vibrating vacantly
Where the great bell darkness sounds.



First finished poem in a few months now, busy finishing novel. Looks good for now.

25 April 2016



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