NOISE

Through distorted drones
and glaring phones,
Through fleeting frequencies
and shrieks of energy
exists a clear line to the heart.

Through broken chords
and narrow noise,
Through incessant chatter
and muffled matter,
exists a greater vista of reality.

Beyond the commotion of the mind
and the panic of propaganda,
exists a subtle timbre of the sublime,
and the openness to hear
your own voice speaking.

NOISE

Through distorted drones
and glaring phones,
Through fleeting frequencies
and shrieks of energy
exists a clear line to the heart.

Through broken chords
and narrow noise,
Through incessant chatter
and muffled matter,
exists a greater vista of reality.

Beyond the commotion of

the mind and the

panic of propaganda,
exists a subtle timbre

of the sublime,
and the openness to hear
your own voice speaking.