Priceless

written in reaction to Frippertronics

A man on a stage holding an instrument

Great moaning rivers
slender rivulets   twinkling brooks
crisscrossing currents underlie
a horn sounds crying life
red nebulous light frames the maker
scattered glass upon pavement foundation
in fading suns lie the seeds of new generations
through chiming reverie a kaliedoscope of worlds waking
cosmic magic
a reumbling refrain   the coursing of time eternal
and on the seventh note - he rested

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chambered drip   distant thunderclap
beasts braying   echoing   fire huddling   muttering undertow
a caress cushions the fear
outside storm battering wind nailing rain rock leaves
a lover's firelight eyes   igniting   consuming
the maker reflecting   emotion unrevealing
inscrutable music   we are all the maker
great engines tearing out crescendo after crescendo
one lone voice singing at the head of the storm
one voice crying
one voice reaching
one voice   a multitude of answers
each answer a cacophony of other voices   other worlds
no voice is alone   no maker is one
no river flows to an end   no beginning
no more than this   and no need

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sound of low bells roar echoing the storm
rippling through the charged and heated air
passing surreptitious crouching predator
surveying playing prey
life living only through death
a horn sounds crying life
huddled fire   singing   cowering
light footfall beating a circle   a ward
a home
a runner shouting
a hunter under fiery sun
a sage delivering the past
sound of chiming air echoing the creation

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above the clouds a falling cinder etches its name in the hearts of the artists and priests below
depriving time from their machinery