|A Bards Song
||[Aug. 20th, 2016|09:46 am]
Feelings a tsunamic rush.|
To the water the twigs are the same as massive trees fractal forces pushing to scale.
So much of nature’s force rings exponential bells until our current models fail us.
The dissenting voice and clarion call has always been heard a voice of madness until the ages see it as plain, I still look at those clouds and know there songs and howls.
Time unlike our experience everything ever both done and undone.
Vibratory emanations still playing the cosmos music’s in every frequency.