{"sf1_id":2191123,"sf2_id":"V1YrvZxe","title":"A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus","author":"Apolarbear17","words":264,"posted_at":"2024-10-21T01:06:58.000Z","tags":["Choir","Echoes","Metaphor","Poetry","Seemingly Invisible","influence","loss","somber","song"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2191123-a-spot-within-the-unseen-chorus","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YrvZxe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/5b/48/5b48d83e-dc21-4f85-962e-bd66f52f990c","description":"This is a bit of an abstract poem about our influences, death and the echoes left behind. Wrote this at a time I felt like there was just a lot of death of key figures in the fandom and in general and wanted to write something to reflect on and process that. Of course when it comes to death not much changes regarding it but still. Originally posted this in March 2024.","content":"\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; **\u0026nbsp;A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus**\n\n \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;By: A.X. Bueno\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\n \n\nA whole choir of various voices to make an invisible chorus\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAren’t most choruses technically invisible by nature\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBeing the harmony of combined voices you might be thinking with some confusion and/or ire\n\n \n\nBut some things defy our traditional explanations\n\n \n\nThat you just know when you see or hear\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA sense of scale mere words aren’t sufficient for\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAll the sources of those many many voices some of which more seen\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nOthers are more just heard\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAn unfortunate number are only echoes now\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nBoosted and carried by those who felt their once lively vibrations influence and surround\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nSometimes it’s done without even a second thought\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nTheir voices blended so perfectly into the melody of our lives that we take up their notes\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAnd add them to the choruses that others can see when we make them our own\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nLetting the invisible chorus flow through us and guide us like phantom hands molding clay\n\n \n\nAll those vital voices of the past and present who come and go\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nThrough our own choruses and displays\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nMaking up so much of us and yet can’t always be in front of our eyes or in our conscious minds\n\n \n\nThe phantom chorus is part of us all\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nAnd we’re a part of it too\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nA hopefully well sounding enough part that when the time comes\u0026nbsp;\n\n \n\nThere will at least remain a beautiful echo of us\n\n \n\nOf you  \n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;"}