Listen

Eardrums boom from earliest morn

To the ecliptic day while echoless

Sounds, edgeless yet educated, are

Effluent despite the ejecting ramblings

Of boundless elegance that elevate

The earflaps of all surrounding embodiments,

whose enclosed esthesia would have

otherwise missed exposed esoteric envision.  

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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