Thread: Sounds of Genius

I liked the other poems a lot, so i made one of my own, there were far too many busted, broken, burnt, scabbed, scarred, cracked, so i just made a thinker for everyone

there are sounds of genius,
a sound that can be both felt and heard,
they travel through our souls and map them,
I am as still as a statue, that sits in the sun
If i'm the statue under the sun, then why are you the one casting the shadow?


panicking to solve a riddle, I hear them,
they are shouting to us...always,
tnside our music and out, i feel them,There is a reflex that is motionless,
the sounds are calling once more,
slowly chanting, where are they?


I cannot see them,
what has become of this statue?
a dark sky stares at me, a storm brews,
thunder crashes to the ground,
the sound is genius, I am that dark sky,
if the sun is casted out by the storm,
there is no shadow, just the sounds and me,
if I am the sky, am I the one making those sounds i search for?

You bet I am, those sounds...I make them,
they study me, mapping me as i study them,
the storm clears, if the dark sky was staring at me does that me I was staring at my self? You bet it does. Still as a statue, furious as a storm.
I have found these sounds, I make them, i am a sound of genius myself