DAWN CALL TO PRAYER, HEARD ACROSS THE LAKE

The sound of voices, pitched somewhere

Between chaos and harmony, pulses

Across the water at varying frequencies.

Sometimes a murmur, sometimes a wail.

To my ears, its an alien tone, a song that

Holds no meaning. Save for the imminence

Of its power, slipping cross water, through

Synapse, under skin. If not evidence of god,

An evidence of the power of god’s idea.

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