Poemhead

Vibrations

On the still and quiet mornings

When I sit and stare

I feel my vibrations

Not just pulsing of air

 

Their origins remain unknown

Ego says atoms

In curious retort

Shadow insists stratum

 

The ego can only fathom

The depths that it knows

While the shadow travels

To all depths of the whole

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