mute

If I could just raise my head above the noise of destruction
to ease the toils of tension
I would marvel at astroids,the planets and their sun
while thoughts expand to embrace creation
to which nothingness has won

so lost in fragile comprehension
of this universe profound,
galaxies sparkle promised kin,
never to be found,
a solitary peace within
chants one and all is null
and the reverb in my skull
is decoded into a
sound of silence

In this silence, the destruction is mute.