The Constant Shuffle

In this con­stant shuf­fle, chaos is immi­nent. The silence is pre­cious and pet­ri­fied, peace becomes noise and pan­ic that nev­er set­tles. In this per­pet­u­al derange­ment the kinet­ic con­fu­sion is pun­ish­ing, it assaults my sense of cen­ter and grates at