Bounding from it's skin restraint,
pounding 'gainst wash walls constraint.
Resounding through from tile to beam,
loud as laughter, soft as dream.
Vibrant in it's ancient tones,
re-incarnate through timeless clones.
Life resounding in it's beat,
time rebounding in defeat,
reason sounding the hollow dark,
living pounding against it's bark
Vibrant in it's ancient play
swallowing trappings of to-day.
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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PoetryThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs