an old poem, i wrote in high school
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Oh the pleasures of the invisible beauty
as it drifts through space
it bounces merrily around objects
and somehow finds it way to our soul
it vibrates throughout our body
and transfers energy to each cell;
inside our mind is where it rests
briefly
for the journey is just at a start
our mind rigidly translates frequencies and patterns
yet our inner energy sees the beauty
Our being is alive!
we live to be alive
to think the unfeelable and feel the unthinkable
our technology passes by.. unnoticed
as each note resonates through every fiber of our being
objects of sound
both bright and simple
a simple tune repeated
a pattern
upon pattern
upon pattern
held together by the energy of its creator
patterns detach and energy is released
it is inside of us
all the time
