Once The Earth Lay Down
Form follows matter.
Vision, perplex, prospects.
Sweet sound, brutal music,
Perspects, clocks
Rummage in the burrow of noise.
Time and the impressions
It delivers,
A curfew's cause for dreaming,
The invisible opinion
Of one silence
Falls on another so near
To noise, invisible decibels
Too glorious for human ears.
Petite uknown dimensions
Too eager and right
For human eyes, close
In the distance.
