Singular Sound Journey
I took a journey upon a note.
For every utterance is a vessel
Which exists because of its voyage.
And as I stood upon this circle.
Ever increasing it's experience
Upon the crystal waters of silence.
The inside was but an imitation
Of the outside of nothingness.
And as the circle increased
So it's substance decreased
For a note has no more
Than what it is.
From sweetness
To weakness.
And my deck was disappearing
Consumed by silence.
Almighty silence.
As the note died.
It cried
And whimpered
And I felt one.
Only one
Surge of terror
Before it returned
To itself.

© 2/18/74
Stevon Lucero