It is sound which first wakes us from a coma
A human voice
A Brother, Lover… or a malcontent friend
wished forgotten and calling from the unresolved space
A musical bolt from a time distant, but inside
Something recalled… yet instant
It is sound which calls to us as the unborn inside
The soothing rhythmic heart
The gurgles, then swishes and the distant muffled thuds that will become recognised as ‘Mother’s footsteps’
It becomes the outside
It is the first of the awakenings – the last of the senses to leave…
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