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Sonar of Souls
© March 9, 2009, Roy Stucky

The water a stone will displace
Sends waves which its echoes will trace
To locate the shape of a face
That watches the pattern erased
From the pool of time.

The song is the sonar of souls underneath
Reflecting events like the ping off a reef.
The artist dives under the ocean of change.
Some echo delays make the words come out strange.

Yellow birds the corporates keep
Sing their songs inside the deep.
Ripples point the way back home,
Circling 'round the glass house stone.
Echoes crack the gunshot land,
Trembles trace our burning brand.
Seismic needles tattoo fate.
Most men sleep until too late.

The song is the sonar of souls underneath
Reflecting events like the ping off a reef.
The artist dives under the ocean of change.
Some echo delays make the words come out strange.