There
is a surrounding source filled sound. It is a rolling thunder
without volume. It is not a
result sound of thunder but a
causative sound eminating as thunder. It makes no
obvious sound that we would hear. The sound is more initially
inward and immersive. It
is never that sound we hear in the far distance. In fact, we only hear ourselves
hearing it as
if it was being deftly signed and wonder. We could identify it as
thunder, but
it would be the elephant within us that would hear it initially and confirm
it. It would
come from as far away as deep within. All our cells, on their own,
hear it first hand. We
ask of our normalizing senses to confirm. They seem to be the last to
know. Our senses, we ask, who do you work for? In matters like
these, how can I know beyond your means to provide? But the sound is true and it is
telling me, it is so. Senses, go
hear it for me and be glad to do so, so that we can all
celebrate as me! I do
not want to feel torn apart or broken down. Raise me up. Take me as a whole. This rumble is a mumble of joyless joy, dancing, having a
causative way within me . . .
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