Signal
Waves surround these walls of steel And grasping claws pull down Into a tumble of kaleidoscopic grey All against the white noise of the gale
But I have the dead of static hiss And the battle of amplitude and frequency Dialing in this instrument of hope: The only beam of sunlight against the prison of night
Then across the distance a voice of tranquility Quietness, warmth and the subsidence of violence Talk of cats, gentle breezes, aspiring whispers Urgency in the longing to touch, across the spectrum of madness
But impermanence pulsates and drifts The bandwidth of desperation spraying across our words Until white horses return to the gallop And sunlight contracts to a dot.
