Infinite Noise, Quiet, and Force.
Exploding, Imploding. Exploring.
A moment without words – expression.
The world revolving around the evolved.
Her presence echoes, quietly.
Singing… her music tells a story.
The waves that carry miles of barrier --
Language, time, and surf,
Continuously crash, recede, and repeat.
The sounds echo without much menace
A sound that soothes and reaches
To those nearby, eyeing the rising sun.
The warmth stretches its comfort and arms
Enveloping and holding the silence
Of anyone willing to witness the sight.
Becoming and destroying, one entity of force
Strengthening, Weakening, Being.
Creation at its peak -- an infinite voice.
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