fresh sounds, noise without name
despite all time       in the subtler realms
power is in the knowing
how a resonance
is addressed    the title
of a lying vibration    in
the absence of this      if
the jargled mumbles through the walls
remain still
grey the nickname 
of a wave form will
suffice to suck the magic
from the panic
but a more potent 
vein of freedom 
is mined through the fighting 
of some old returning impulse 
and white noise like flesh crackling 
in a bruised ear 
halfway across the room and
three-quaters the distance of ending