September 28, 2025

The Balance Of Existence

Timbrels and cymbals though
 sound dirty 
With fierce sounds and terrifying waves
Cannot be recalled upon their outburst 
Setback cannot hold back the  fury of sounds
Once it breaks the ugly mould of silence 
The silver shinning velvet by burst
Clinging clanging belling ruptures
Cannot be recalled unless it fizzle out
By the nature of tingling tintinabulation
Sound hath fury beyond compare 
No waywardness in the disposition of sounds 
No bargain for the price of sound
It trickles beyond your imagination 
To burst the gong into open air
Sacred rites of broken veil unleashed 
No one is safe when it distills the tingling sensation 
Everything live by sounds and age by sound
Everything rise by sound and pale by sound 
The primacy of sound we cannot deter
Unheard sound never dies even though 
It teases heard sounds to demise
The best invention of silence is death
It is invented to quell the power of sound 
That it may instill orders by nature 
And restore balance and maintain balance 
You can make that noise as you like 
But the demise of all sound is real
Undeniable, non negotiable and irreproachable 
Let the sound blast without end
Some day silence the foundation of culture 
Even as culture the foundation of existence 
Would restore the balance of power 
But I shall not be deterred
And with unheard sounds an everlasting noise
With influence felt everywhere 
I shall not be silenced forever 

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