White noise space
liminal amplitude
I’ve seen in the screamin’ mouths
A quiet calm scream much too loud
A presence that stalks the afterwaves
Strings playin’ hearts
pulling them down to this snowfalled place
I’ve seen it
In brigthly lit TV speckled teeth
a blizzard left reddened
out of the mouths of babes
Out of which breezes the soarin’ spirit of violence storm
More clamour to the machine
Into which we were each torn
from our mothers breast
to become scorn