noise rings out
silence rings in.
it hides behind the wake of the wave,
faster than time,
hidden from sight
no riddle nor rhyme
nor freedom from blight
it carries the weary,
horizon rings unrung to pure point
a parse now the part.
an ink’s art anoints.
the vacuum is calm, far from the bustle of ideal pretence.
unstill the silence is gone, with another lost “recent”.
senses hallucinate when bored.
so is signed the extrovert’s accord.
such is the fear of the unknown
from the fear of alone.
terrors through time, and rush,
jump with claws – “but to brush”.
predators hidden from light.
survival is not missing the knife.