A sound ... one single sound in the darkness; a focal point
Shifting currents moving the jetsam on a whim; spinning round ....and round ... and round
Strong tides demand control, and the puppet can only ride the maelstrom
Flickers of moments before, flash before and move around this new existence ....
The blackness is all consuming; complete ... comforting;
The sound, one single note ... reverberating within; a perfect note ...
The cause of the tidal confusion out in the depths of emptiness;
A sound magnified ... attracting the flotsam, compelling that mote to accept this reality
As the ability to deny the inevitable capture slips away ... slips away.
The note now joined by another; by two; by three ...
Played in unison ... balancing the tides ... equalising the pulling
The frequency of the combined sound growing higher, higher ... lifting,
Creating solid components out there in the black ...
A chord of light, which pulls the flotsam now towards the unknown source ...
Extract taken from 'Counterparts' written by Matthew James June 2004
