Turns Turns

what is the sound that replaces a sound
doth it detest the hollow aftersense of whatever came before it
or is it simply compelled to fill in the gaps with the determination of all things?

I have no fucking idea.

I saw the smoke clear
the base of the mountain was quiet
I looked out towards the naturally occurring gradient
thinking about how to not think

but static sizzles below my consciousness
distracting me always from being able
to simply represent my instincts in a pure and human way

the answer appears to always be the same
advance, don’t retreat.