31 December 2012
The steady beat of two disperse to random dots in our heads Together, they try rising in an arc but repeatedly stumble down They try again and again and again and again
Finally, two becomes three and individually transforms Above the humming sea a blade cuts through and separates the water from a fog of grains
A buzzing sounds and the sawing releases a broken bell The air clears from the morphed ringing For a moment the universe is quiet
Disparate waves of thousands crackles and resonates from the bodies of a million spheres, which grow and cover each other
At the point of bursting they disintegrate, one after the other until nothing is left of the steady beat of two
Poem Of Sounds • Opuss № I