The first music we don't hear but
know, is inner, the rings around
atoms singing, the bright levels
in matter revealed by colors
through spectrum scales all up and down
the quantum ladder in fireworks
of the inner horizons, each
zone voicing its wavelength with
choirs in the tiny stadiums
of harmony of the deeper
galaxies, ancient octaves
and intervals, lit cities
within every speck of substance.
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