The Background Noise

this constant murmered noise behind
my thoughts, an echo beyond rhyme
that fell between the cracks in time
which call to me from their eternal nights
where reason holds no true domain
never to be spoke again
and makes from beauty only pain
then all the physic laws descend from light
but still heard deep inside my head
the breath of galaxies long dead
upon which my dreams soft tread
and hide from them and so from their dark sights
explosions faded from their wake
like ripples on a silvered lake
the purest mirror they forsake
and find their way into the words I write

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