Night • Dawn • Day

My unborn tune sang in the silence

Of the formless realm beyond the veil,

Waiting to be conveyed into this world.

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It sang to me before I could hear it as

I lost myself in the crowd’s commotion

And drowned in the sea of white noise.

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It called out to me in the background

Behind the monotony of everyday life

And the humdrum of worldly existence.

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Suddenly, life broke its regular rhythm,

Turning into chaos and dissonance then

Escalating into a destructive cacophony.

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When the tumult settled, I lost everything

And became empty and silent at the core,

Transforming into a hollow instrument.

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The crowd’s voices receded to the back

And the sea of clamorous sounds parted

As I began to channel a distinct tune —

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It was a melodious aria spiraling out of

The indistinct hum of the multitudes,

Born out of contrast and opposites.

© nightdawnday
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