Peacock Tail

by BOB GALLO   Jan 8, 2022


Each feeling
is a fibre of universe,
a drop
in the music of elements,
a cord in the never ending apparatus of existence.

Each feeling
is us vibrating,
sounding
'THE music."
Playing
the instrument of our senses.

We,
are,
"THE music", and existence, is us,

transforming incessantly
experiencing its cords, its tangible instruments
in all the inevitable rainbows,

peacock tail sprays
of spectrums.

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