
Frequencies
a shift—
not silence,
but the space
between breath
and recognition.
the air rearranges,
atoms in soft agreement,
alignment not forced
but found.
chaos:
not disorder,
but the echo
of everything
happening
all at once—
a harmony
too vast
to sing,
but felt
under the skin.
to alter
is to listen
until the moment
becomes new.
Written for dVerse Poets: Quadrille #222 “alter”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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