Can you feel the sound
The ringing of the air?
Can you feel the vibration
Knocking the room?
Sandy percussion shores
Lined with genius gold
Spending their days
In discussion of what is
What will be.
Will they be?
Will I be?
What is this world heading to?
I can hear the ringing in the air
Feel the vibrations in my feet
But even on a good day
We must take a breath and see
The world going to hell
At our finger tips.
The burning of each pluck
Adding to the sound of the air
Rushing through the cliff face
The speedy sounds of the spirit of memory past
Chipping away the cliff base
Slowly the houses creep
To fingernails below
As no one takes warning
Only the sound in the air leaves
Abandoning the evil for a better place.
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