Twirling silence spun in whirring generators
refrigeration unit hums and frozen hours,
pumps and siphons, pins and drums all agog
thrumming fullness into empty space.
The music paused, would-be customers pass,
glancing, penetrating a vitrine store front,
peering into promise of some other time.
I witness the throng of pulsing gravity,
cocooned in chewy, thick combinatory air–
warmed, tossed, settled, clinging to steel.
A noisy silence bathes my skin, electric
charged, solitary, trapped and buzz coated.
Time is irreverant, caring little for the sacred–
breath, love, chance, and tones inaudibly clear.