Onomatopia: A poem 

I can hear the song 

the universe is playing 

short and long. Square and oblong 

The circumference goes beyond  

the zodiac, like a light 

that traverses in a moment 

carrying a sound. Unlike lightning, 

not one after the other 

I can feel the motion, the vibration, 

as if the atoms of air 

keep darting across the earth 

like a wildfire from the sun 

I become the song. It becomes me 

like lungs. These wings flying stationary 

as if space is so large 

that to the infinite spatial eye 

the orbits of rotation and revolution 

of objects, hardly seem like motion at all 

But their sounds can be heard 

silently, like a telepathy 

in the subconscious of that eternal space