When you hear the idea
Lying between the sounds, between the letters,
You find the meaning
Of a sound silently flowing
In the universe, waiting
To be discovered in the obvious
Universe smiling
Or you find an omen
In a hostile land of the unknown.
Dig deeper and harder,
Grow in the opposite direction
To see what is beneath
That feeds the surface of sounds,
To witness their making
And hear their echoes on the way back home.
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