sounding silence

there's a silence

it's almost anechoic, atmospheric ...
creeping, crawling back into the crevices
in a delicate unexpected exposure

which unfolds naturally

it's a silence where one can hear the blood
rushing through one's head
in that familiar din of chaos and disrepair
in our dissolving
antarctica

late in the game

it's beyond that experience
of being up north
at midnight in the late summer months
the place where I was born
and lived - only years later

beyond words actually

ok, it's kind of like a thunderstorm moving in
layering this musty sleeping bag above ground

falling asleep - cool air - gentle waves out there
on the french river in northern ontario
remembering the kodak momento

quiet
for now

sitting on the bow of a simple sermon earlier

staring into the unknown
listening

sounding silence

it's a tense sense of peace and tranquility that defies definition

it's a release from the cage
from all the tragedies and injustices
that persist in resistance

our spaceship "earth"
is in a state of disrepair
who can save us

?

and so here we are

away from abuse

away from a blood thirst
greedy employers who want more

than they deserve
and getting it

far from the pain and suffering

away from everything

that hurts

flashbacks are flashes of light
refurbishing a cerebral landscape from a rolling rocker
drifting - a soft sleep that puts one's mind at ease
dreaming

it's a frosty lens - carefully crafted
to a rumbling subsonic mutilation
rain clatter on a tenuous tent
drifting

feeling weightless
fumbling in a free-fall, hearing voices
in the vertigo

mommy and daddy

living the Canadian dream

mom getting pregnant early
subconsciously thinking - not much time
she's in haste management - he's in waste management

ok, dad's in a perpetual loop - procrastination masturbation
not ready to engage on any level

that requires any real presence
and yet - despite the pause
all part of his conditioning

all the appropriate appliances are in place
a fridge full of cold beer
a late model car in the driveway
and a new black and white
television

anticipating technicolour
on the small screen

a job that pays
and three squares a day
lovingly prepared by someone
who is supposed to mean something