just out of the blue
the curve ahead is
misty, 
all wrapped thick 
and eery,
the sound in my ears suddenly
shaved into white noise and then
SILENCE...

silence....

wheels no longer on the ground,
the grey flaring into a 
bleached white, the 
KNOWN 
so casually falling away into
something else.

it is autumn and there is 
no sound in my auditory 
nerves.  

body out of
mind, out of
time.

the color white
isn't one.  

WHITE is a 
slivered edge of silence,
halfway between
some hungry fear and some
unknown heaven.