Ben Borkan

(11/18/88 / Tucson, AZ)

Noise


Dedicated to Jena Olgin

It fills even the loudest of halls,
Noise is the disturber of good dreams,
It approaches its prey as a mouth is opened,
It envelopes all that is near.
Sound is its speed,
It travels by day and by night,
It never sleeps,
It never lives,
As a matter of fact, once it’s let loose,
It will never go away,
Noise travels around the world,
It causes avalanches and can take out large halls,
Even a whisper can be devastating,
It, like time, is a destroyer of all things.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, May 04, 2010
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