01-23-2013, 08:08 PM
He was born into silence undisturbed by the melody of babble and jabber.
There were smiling lips and, in the noiseless distance, moist eyes matched the crescent.
Yet the images, engendered from this gentle but sinister quiescence,
burdened his innocent perceptions with knowing ignorance.
White coats fluttered and busied noiselessly.
Machines, their dials awhirr with sharp jumping traces,
vibrated their rhythms to multitudes of faces.
Quietude gathered around him ever more suffocatingly.
Heartbeats, unheard yet close enough to touch, murmur tales.
Oozing condolence, they hum mellifluously through him.
One day, the rhythm of those fables encourages a different feeling
and the crescent becomes ephemeral. Uncertainty infects; then prevails.
Discomfiture, as the story-telling pulse tattoos stories new.
It pumps with expectation which, in his silent world, he cannot interpret.
Intuitively, he hopes only that safety will still reverberate
in his essence and meld seamlessly with his soundless view.
After the procedure he emerges from sleep into a new world
so he snuggles as close to the heartbeat as are lips when sealed in silent prayer.
He is aroused – ears – mind – body and spirit – respond to movement in the air
and a magical moment’ occurs when he hears his very first words.
There were smiling lips and, in the noiseless distance, moist eyes matched the crescent.
Yet the images, engendered from this gentle but sinister quiescence,
burdened his innocent perceptions with knowing ignorance.
White coats fluttered and busied noiselessly.
Machines, their dials awhirr with sharp jumping traces,
vibrated their rhythms to multitudes of faces.
Quietude gathered around him ever more suffocatingly.
Heartbeats, unheard yet close enough to touch, murmur tales.
Oozing condolence, they hum mellifluously through him.
One day, the rhythm of those fables encourages a different feeling
and the crescent becomes ephemeral. Uncertainty infects; then prevails.
Discomfiture, as the story-telling pulse tattoos stories new.
It pumps with expectation which, in his silent world, he cannot interpret.
Intuitively, he hopes only that safety will still reverberate
in his essence and meld seamlessly with his soundless view.
After the procedure he emerges from sleep into a new world
so he snuggles as close to the heartbeat as are lips when sealed in silent prayer.
He is aroused – ears – mind – body and spirit – respond to movement in the air
and a magical moment’ occurs when he hears his very first words.