White Noise
When you shut your ears
to the hollowness around you
it’s only in the interminable sphere
of ceaseless oblivion
that you find yourself, losing the
‘Self’ to a higher unusualness;
This unusualness has no purpose
no meaning, it’s a mere nothing,
but perhaps everything that the
world needs to achieve, to rise
beyond the regular, learn things
that need to be left, abandoned
with time, realizing the truth
that there is, if there is any, within
oneself.
This realm, how does one reach?
possibly only when all the noises
around us become white,
absolute and blank; nothing
to question, nothing to complain, all
answers lying within that space, a void
which is there in every conscious but
concealed and dismissed by the urges
of those mistaken desires.
In my heart I know, in my brain
I only seek to know, but what is
actually there to know,
i do not know.
it is perhaps this white noise
that only needs to be known and nothing else.
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