Earth ~ a fragment

And a change comes over Earth as the stones begin to find their long-lost sound.
As more of us are still enough, for long enough to listen,
their resonance converges into a distinct and palpable rhythm,
a long low rumble, slow as lichen growing;
the stone ancestors entrust to us their ancient song of magic.
As it coils and shudders like dragons underground.
Stirring to the memory in our bones
we
 become echo sounders,
bells that thrum to the knell of mysterious rites and traditions;
deep and silent secrets that lie buried and forgotten
in the landscape of our flesh.

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