27 gb of muzak

Its funny how through,
An odd contrast of contradictions,
A curious middle path persists.
It strengthens and gathers a shape -
The amorphous subtly  resembles a starfish.
So what binds the trajectory?
Words? Notes? Keys?
Or a certain milieu of the Undefined?
Let the sleeping dogs lie.
The bark may as well spoil the hark.
The easy camaraderie the days slip,
Themselves into-
Is a sudden but expected stalwart
Of an unquestionable support.
The simplicity stands out steadfast.
The steady seeks the confused-
The 'wor(l)dy-wise' meets the 'no-vice'.
The aura of peace - accentuated.
Words pelt out to the greedy ears,
As the mind races to gauge the understated.
Lichen and Moss,
The grass 'green' ,
In the yellow sun hues.
Supernatural ?
Nay.
Just a "27 gb of muzak" bandwidth.