…and pages crackle

In your head the static voices crackle
scraping mem’ries thoughts ideas

The static mounts its attack
and outside your small head the empty
weightlessness of air is full

Your time itself fizzes as it’s interfered
As the space where you mull comes alive

So all the while this interference wracks your life
Or so you know
no driven point or goal
Nothing dear to concentrate your time
Focusing on dreams or routes that
heighten your life and times