NOISE

it never ends now the
music in my head an
ostinato senza cesura
drowns out
me
and epiphany so my existence
persists in that twilight where
desires seek satiation and
i no longer know what wait
means as i am overrun
by access and wishes granted
and touch or tap or slide
a single finger to have
what for that moment i
think i lack though all
i need is stillness and
a silent mind or a nothing
between just one crossfade
between stop and play
when plastic sounds mean
a cassette thumbed to b-side
is all that is and it makes me
pause
and in those seconds
hear my own song which
betrays an unquenched longing
for limitation as gift
which gives me me again
when whims see not limits
cravings pursue satisfaction
by tireless shuffling for
perfect quaffs which have not
come and will not until
i awake to remember that
what is next is vaporous if
i pass over what is here
and cannot find peace in
hearing a tape deck click