by Crazy Retasu

.headphones that keep in the noise
the sound of that voice the sound
of dreams echoing in the hollow
space of a heart like metal
rusted with tears but burnished
red and gold and silver blue
by hunger and serenity only
wanting but satisfied with the hope
the fear the truth of all causes lost
and the urgent pulse of rebellion
against the world's revolution
around a distant star and a half
second of crisis resolved through
ten thousand years of nothing
but dreams of the only song ever
that mattered to those who hear not.