Noise

i am transformed. in what i see. my eyes can not discern as shapes melt and swirl and break into dots -- merging with the Static. i am transformed. in what i hear. of overlapping rips of space itself with the unyielding babel of humanity. i hear everything and nothing becoming one with the Hiss. i am transformed. in what i touch. my insubstantial hands stir turbulence passing through scratchy mist. the Dust drapes over me and through me. i am infused with the smell of a million worlds. i am transformed. in what i think. of snippets of thought impinging on me. racing through my awareness and memories of titillation. i am arrested by efficiency and classification. my mind gives over to the Context it can no longer fight. i have been transformed. in all my senses and in all my thoughts i am conjoined with all Things. i am Undifferentiated.