Ode To Sound Poem by Corey Baker

Quaking, sun-drenched rumors of a quilted heart
Empty out into the mental wounds of anything that takes care.
The screaming nothingness of night is forgotten in a moment,
When the soft spiraled leaves of a blacken tree crush in on themselves.

Breathe in the vibration of a single slanted string,
Broken under a leftover stockpile of gibberish.
Sweet Nonsense! Bless me and fill my mind with something.
Saturate me as if a starving calf feeding on his heavy mother.

When hearing the agony of a nation
Is better than seeing life stopping into silence,
The unwavering rule to give up fulfills itself.
And in the silence, such a cruel notion of universal truth, something takes over.

The vibrations give forth change, survival in putrid stillness.
We bloom. We live. We heal. We dream. We die.