I’m sick of silence.
It never moves.
Stagnant enterprise with unbreachable walls,
and now nothing...
Hopeless and fake, subtly screaming
for the core to stay in place.
Then a crash, a tumble, a tear, a break;
all noiseless constants of an inner world,
and terrestrial motions spin spirals
through endless corridors, finalizing
in a nine month marathon.
Silence has never sounded so smooth.
Leafless trees and a moon so full.