When it is calm here
water stained wall paper welters into iris fields
it is a loud clamor following;

bare remnant foot-stones through greenhouse gardens
over lily-pads with tongues patched by chrome specks
beautiful darkness only glowing here and there;
by dim blue candle flames
just to spy these tips of creation;
to gaze all would ruin it's form
like the ash encased ancestors of Pompeii
This is where where alarum is short lived
stammered shrills absorbed by calm
feeding off sound
the thirst for us noisy gloats