"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Friday, December 28, 2012

The simplicity of human hearing

There is a sound that love makes.
It is the sound of a tidal wave
as it sucks up the last bit of ocean
before crashing down upon the sand.
It is the sound of the beast,
its stomach empty before a meal.
It is the sound of emptiness being filled
and in times of loneliness and loss
it is the deep sound of longing.
In fact, there is hardly a sound
that love does not make once or more.
And while this may paint it as cheap,
perhaps a song too commonly sung,
I'm sure it would simply argue
that it must be heard on every register.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr., Vocal Chords

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