Noise

Noise

For hours I have been looking down

At this white, spotless paper. My pen will

Not oblige me by scratching a few words of sense,

My once deft fingers have lost their vigil

To the domineering throttle of doubt and

Entropy and time.

I must have run out of things to say,on this fateful 

Day I must honestly reveal, that its only

Natural that the world must be saturated

from my constant baloney.

Now I'm afraid that I impose, even with whispers,

On eyes and ears 

And hearts and minds.

These whirlpools of noise will dance across 

The universe for a million years to come.

All along I have added to them. Now my 

Callousness and confusion, I must shun.

And dissolve,

Dissolve in the shadow of silence.

Silence.