S h a p e s of s o u n d S

Dark brown Earth rushing past
The grasses, quickly pass
And, still
Immediately silent
Purple, blackened ice cold Blue
All motion frozen
If just for one moment
This moment, hidden from the clutches of time
Resonates within the spirit chords of the humans
Of the plants
Of all that lives
Amongst the ants
The Library of Illusions
Disappears deep into the clear
far from simple and utterly perfect
Burning through hexagon clouds
Isolated in space endowed with a gift
Every nanosecond or more
As what may be referred to as the ‘universe’ pours
Energy, in its purist form,
Deep within this octagonal storm
Our sphere is a war itself
As well
Or a romantic exchange the grasping
Gasping strain for love
Drifting in the Caspian Sea
Crafted by the oval, elliptical
Orbit
Vibrato as the voice when lions choose to roar
And through the eyes of the magnified lens
We observe the structure
Punctured and so, not quite in its element
But through deducture,
deductions
concoctions
conjured
conjectures
Squares and rectangles, buildings, roads
Cylinders and trapezoids, automobiles, my defense mechanism, exposed
Parallelograms and pentagons, particles, particular phrases and the duality of souls
A diamond shaped twinkle is just too brief,
Look into the star amidst cubes and hearts, composing the complex nature of the leaf,
The crescent forming an arrow transforming a triangle into a pyramid
Be thankful for what you wish for and you’ll get far more than you asked for.