Static noise raining down off a benevolent power-line.

The scrubbing quiet of waters running about granite edges…unrefined.

A beauty and a beast at every patriot’s sign…

Today, tomorrow, infinitely beyond the mind.

Could this be the time?

I sharpen a tune to silent noise.

And, the moments do not stand poised.

I cannot lay about in blame.

My life is as dormant as a welcoming at my feet.

Time as always…a visitor that I shall never meet.