life-worth essence

blaring cacophonies

masquerading as creativity

forever commoditizing artistry;

a symphony drowning everything

in loud promises to set us free

but only ever leaving everyone

gently saturated with innovative annihilations,

swimming in cyclically, deaf and empty.

it takes lifetimes of effort

to break the cycles,

to float through

the clamor disguised as glamor

to see and feel

the shine of silence

and find those places

where true potential

and pure imaginings

lie dormant and waiting,,

hidden quiet

in the twisted centers

of all that meaningless noise.

what they never dare tell you

is that to neither seek nor find them

denies us the purest essence

of all the precious little things

that ever make life worth living.