They say light
Acts differently when observed
So that by watching
Measuring
You have changed it

Your inaction
Is action

My thoughts wander
Through the undiscovered
And the well-trodden
And everywhere in between
And I find
Little brings me more pleasure
Than that stone unturned
That turn not taken

Not to be first
But to make the unseen seen

Swirling shadows cloud
An oft-misguided mind
The darkness so turgid
That light cannot penetrate it
And in those moments
Even the memory of light
Grows distant

I hear the birds chirping
Their babies squeaking
In a cacophonous harmony

Over all the cacophony
Theirs is a world apart
One where chaos
Is beauty
Discord, peace

This burned ground
Hides life beneath it
Even as it speaks
Of death

There was a quiet
Once
A place free of metal crashing
Of voices in their fell cacophony
A place of calm

I remember the grasses bending
And the trees swaying
And the bees humming

I remember the way the air smelled
Its sweetness
Its earthiness

I remember the warm sun on my skin
A pleasant heat on my eyes
That took away so much I did not need

There was a quiet
Once
I wish to find it
Guide me?