Poem

They told me
In gray linings
Of their offering
Of context.

Sorry,
I'm just badgering
Context
To fight form
Which I
Have no rightful say in.

I'm just shouting
To shout
Because I learned today
Sound
Makes sense
Of chaos.

I'll send you the link.

Chladni Figures.

Look it up.

We are but vibrations
Melded
With consciousness
Held together
By feigned morality.

Anyways,

If sound
Rounds
My ears
To the ground

Then peace
Is peace
And peace

Is peace

We will act accordingly.

It's always a cruel reminder
That we stir
By

Our own ***

And not

The other way around.