Essays

• July 2006 Spiritual Life

  Noise

  Noise, Noise, Noise, Noise.I am kept awake tonight.
  Outside my open door
  The inconsiderate television flares.
  Its jitter crawling shadow slithers across the wall
  Like a drive-in B-movie
  Escaping its abandoned theater.

  This society isn’t going to make it, is it?
  The reservoir of our culture
  Will only hold so much stagnant water
  Before it overflows
  Or bursts.

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