A prose, a song, a poem, Look yonder

Have you heard, a song, in its innocence

yet revealing layered nuance, the loudest silence of

timeless beings

My skin is stranger in these parts, it dries, it twitches

to unknown winds yet they feel it with a cognisance

known only to strangers.

Did you ever go to hear a song, a poem in its every verse,

my soul falls deep, my ears listen deep

the strangest being in there silences of harmonies

tell of timeless pasts

Have you seen, heard a poem, a prose in it's greatness

look yonder, there is nothing mundane here.

This pilgrim was not embacked by my legs

yet i sit on an olympian deity's chair.