This poem was written for the Soaring Twenties Social Club (STSC) Symposium with the theme of “How to Grow Your {{Fill in the blank}}.” (If you are a writer interested in the STSC, more details at the end of the post)
The One Song
Nature pulsates against my brow,
And breaks its waves across my bow.
The babe’s blue eyes engulfed in thrall,
to tides that aren’t there at all.
The unstruck sound reverberates,
the source eternal percolates.
I am nothing; I am all.
I only exist when we raze the wall.
When nobodies find the nothing within,
Gaia’s destiny can finally begin.
Golems of Earth, wake from night,
They slumber no more, they embrace the light
of the spirit-breath wind; the race takes flight.
Soul choirs sing the Cosmic call,
The eternal ouroboros rules all.
Man and God combine their line,
But missing mortal or divine,
Darkness descends, from grace we fall.
This piece was written for the Soaring Twenties Social Club (STSC) Symposium. The STSC is a small, exclusive online speakeasy where a dauntless band of raconteurs, writers, artists, philosophers, flaneurs, musicians, idlers, and bohemians share ideas and companionship. Occasionally, STSC members create something around a set theme. This time the theme was “How to grow your _____.” If you are a writer, I encourage you to consider joining us, I’ve included details at the bottom of this post. Lastly, you can find all my past symposium pieces by clicking here.
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