Midnight Symphony (from June 2012)

A dull roar,
occupying the backs of minds
shadowing into the space behind
our closed eyelids.

It is a wall.
A white noise of black and invisible color.
Shine on cracked pavement
like liquid crystals.
Alive, but very much dead.

An asymmetrical pitter-patter
enveloping the cavity of thought.
Before we dream.
And down it comes up on the roof
Light as it drips,
but heavy as it falls.

How much longer before we cave
before we no longer see?
Before the fog
rolls in upon our world.
The rain decides.