February 19, 2025, Snickerdoodle
Photo by me.
I close my eyes.
I hear the cosmic winds now. I hear our rock hurtling through space.
I hear the sounds of the planet ungilating though time.
I hear it running through the funnel, sounds I have never heard before.
I can't get them out of my head. I hear them everywhere.
The sounds coming from space terrify me.
They speak with waves and patterns so diverse, their multitude cannot be numbered.
Their code cannot be broken for they speak in dimensions out of our reach.
Their horrible noise bears down on me.
I am afraid of the sky.
They see me as I bear witness to the to the beginning of the awakening.