The Din

the clatter rings obsolete against the chaos blowing in the wind, only the throb of souls remain… what of the noise? what of the message? what of the purpose of this ribbon of knowledge which weaves its trail… gentle yet strong as are the waves and water of the endless sea…

Looking left and right with eyes shut and ears covered, she cries,”it rings so loud! it is deafening! I can not make sense of this tumultuous vision… vivid and thundering…”

She implored the storm which now surrounded her, “I wish this to stop, please let me hear!”

then there was silence