Locusts Hum

The meditative hum fills the air.

Drumming and drowning out

all that passes as sound.

It reverberates through the bones.

Essence of times before echo through the shrill

hum. Memorizing us. Pulling up old times.

Spirits of days gone by. The camp of long before

hovers on the ground. Floating by the sound

of the locusts hum. Standing inside the noise

open to the choice. Worlds move. Align.

All will be fine.


2020 http://www.carriedforth.com

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