Microtonal Rainfall

An elating flux,
The way of a pulse
Scribbled on wax paper,

A new calling card,
Shimmering as if signed
With microscopic certitude;

See it cleverly head
Through the murk,

Mischievous
In its chaotic pace,

Timbres morphing,
Amoebic hiccups
Lost in storms,

The emotion-tugging sounds
Of whispered love
And snuffled tears,

The moment sleep
Succumbs to song,

The phantom ambient.

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