Sonance

Silence is imagined
Except in my deafness to
Patterns of whispered

Sonance, yet I can now
Substantiate there is no
Aloneness even with

Dragonflies absent
From lotus flower ponds
Or gulls disappearing in

Evening troposphere
As nature choreographs
Obligatory prescripts

To the mise en scène
Of human beingness and
Our minatory dialogs

© Rob Taylor 2018, Noesis 


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