Yesterday’s Noise

The moment perfected;
A symphony,
embracing
the edges.

Strands of sand
Curdled together
crawl through
the maze
of my mind.

They beckon
to be held,
to be seen,
refusing to
wither.

So I supplicate,
and suffocate,
darkness
take me into
the light

A death perfected:
a melody
embracing

the

Mystery.