Drifting across the eyelids of dozing children

thrumming through branches of quaking firs

fluttering melodies whisper on the wings of dreams

lullabies wash across the soft mouth of humanity-

the rhythm of heartbeats pulses through the earth

wordless, formless, never meaningless

the thread of interwoven euphony ringing 

over white crested mountains both land and sea

repeating refrains echo across centuries,

between the elements, out of the throats of beasts

through the minds of mortals and dreams of deities-

The true demiurge is the harmony of the stars.


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