The constant of white noise
Whispers wet and weathered at ear drums
Tipping, tapping.
So fast it sounds without a break-
So quick you just can't catch its pace-
Whirring and stirring blades of grace
And sitting in the moment
Of the solid block of sound
Lets your focus emerge
As life shifts to rely on its
never
ending
presence.
3/30/2013
Riley Welch
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