Wings of an Angel
A drone that seems to go on forever,
echoing through the void,
never modulating in it’s pitch,
never seeming to change in it’s pace.
Where did this droning sound come from,
this seemingly eternal sound that echoes through the void?
I cannot seem to avoid it’s monotone melody,
as it makes it’s way into my mind.
I cannot comprehend where it came from,
this musicality of never undulating pitch,
there is something hypnotic about it,
and I find that now my reaches out for it,
this tone of hypnotic monotony,
a sound that I formerly pushed out of my reach.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Matejko
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