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Mental Meanderings
Before language was ever spoken
energy replete of sunshine
filled up the sky and
blazed across the universe
while winds of change swirled
swiggling mitochondria
into the first forms of life
Currents and swirling eddies churned
amidst mental meanderings
the moon’s orbit
the twirl of the universes
the rythym of sound
spun round the rise and ebb of tides
wound round the shifting shape of the moon
forever falling beyond this space
You make a good use of the
You make a good use of the sound flow and alliteration in a non-forceful-sounding way, but in a way which matches the content of what you're speaking of, a reverence of the workings of the bright, budding tranquil side of nature. I also like how you got back around to speaking of language, and so this is a meta-poem, which does not overdo it but really works here to express this reverence for nature despite using the tool such as language (which seems so contra to nature, but was made by humans which are part of nature, so is also part of nature).
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You have almost touched Genesis and the origin of language, I suppose! Well said. Like to see more of your poems.
Ben