Untitled: A Plea for Silence

The
Essence
of this Noise
Is the Downbeat
Of Silence. This
Blankness is blanketed
with the Hum of Silence.
Teach me that Silence is pure
and translucent, although veiled
in Noise. I wanted to sing you
this Song of Silence, didn't you hear
the words? Doesn't it get more deafening
as the Silence stagnates? What is this space?
The space between the white walls of Sanity.
Any sound is a mere droplet into the vast well
of Silence. This Silence is an abstraction,
Fragments of a commodified Bluescreen. Nothing
in music can have resonance without the element of Silence.
The alchemy of this modern, electrified world is a place
from whence no one can elicit the Solace of Silence.
The essential Nature of this Noise Is Encapsulated
in the Downbeat of Silence. This Blankness is
Blanketed with a Hymn of Silence. Silent
Thought cannot prevail; it is not pure nor
translucent, just disguised by more Noise.
The Electronic song of Silence that
is Humming in my Brain, I want
to Sing it to you again. This
Silence is stagnant, it cannot
find its climax. What is
this new "silent" space?
Why can't we es-
cape? Are we
trapped, scared
and lost be-
tween the White
Walls
?

The
White
Walls
of this
so-called
Sanity beg
for recognition,
But the Silence
has muffled their
song. Is the trinity
shattered by this modern
audience? We beg to
hear, but cannot. A Want
for composure or compos-
ition? But who can hear?
Listen! Listen! Listen! Do not
speak, the beat does not exist in
Silence. We have silenced the beating
of our own pulse in this technologically
"Silent" world. But some of use know,
WE ARE JUST MAKING MORE NOISE!
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Catastrophe, Cataclysm and Chaos! This beauty
of purity has murdered the internal silence.
This fragmentary mess of bluescreen show us im-
ages which do not exist, and yet we marvel. Our
silent world is stifling us, running fiberoptics in-
stead of veins. Blood is now an infected stream,
virus after virus coursing through. Pumping the
beat of the electronic Silence. Composite
images of my delusional brain rest in
peace. This Hymn to the Grave of
Silence, Sing Loud, Sing out of
key, for that is not real. We
have constructed our Si-
lence, now we are
doomed to live in it
The Essence of
this Noise is
the Down-
beat of
Silence.