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.