White Noise

The grey days break like waves;

Each identical, formed of the former, seed of the next.

They are a white noise in the background of my death.

 

All inborne fears pale in comparison to time; I am a bosom friend to spiders.

 

A white rabbit crossed my path in the night.

I let it hide, I slept and dreamt of mermaids.

I am a shipwrecked castaway on yesterday's shore.

 

I will be salt in that sea someday.

 

I will be greater for it,

I will lap at the cascading pebbles

And spray myself into the wind.

 

I will be greenness in the rabbit’s pasture.

 

I fear not hunters from either territory.

Perhaps a bright-eyed adventurer shall enter my domain

And freshen my cobwebbed lair with his naivety

 

For as long as curiosity takes to kill him.

 

I lied, replace spider with bureaucrat

And you will understand

My time is infinite.

 

Death is my only predator

And all must be sacrificed to boredom lest he reap something.

Reviews

[the white floyd]

I especially like the first three lines. You know exactly where you are.