MAking It Strange

Deafening Hours of Darkness

Siesta given that it is

Strident silence,

Shrilling in its tranquillest harmony,

Thunderous unbounded peace,

Earsplitting sentiments of an everlasting serenity,

Piercing motionless noise of the hours of darkness,

Boldest silhouette of crawling echoes

Arouse;

                                              Silent strident,

Hushed in its anxious discord,

Quiet restricted uproar,

Calm numbness of an ephemeral bustle,

Dull vigorous stillness of the cock-crow,

Pusillanimous amorphous of speeding bursting voices