Soft through gentle nothing, silence; living, seen to none, but known

as seven chimes that all but moving

leave the space

to hum.

High space above and widespread clatter; touch upon the grass and sky

drumming softly, all but sounding

nothing moves


Ring seven chimes to hear the moonlight; shattered rays upon your face

in soft and all but gentle nothing


Now leave the space.

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