It's White Noise Takes You

it's white noise takes you slowly through the ceiling rising like steam, up a newly opened register rising, rising to a steady hiss; subtle, subtle it feels like this.. like gauze curtains on static panes like Georgette bedspreads and chiffon trains stiff brides like fondant on tri-layered cakes like cake makeup, and long white gloves, rushing white light before the films run out.. spiraling careless around the spools, when nobody’s taken the cartridge off, while electric eels jump in meaningless graffiti writhing random dirges, from muted lips blue-white rushing once-blizzards of words.. if the dead could hear, they'd report white noise pressing on their eyelids and vocal cords buzz-sawing ears with piano-cut wire but only hissing in deaf, toneless key- completely gone when white noise takes me.. carnival fugues go roaring on by never pausing to explain or why white noise calls, like phantom waterfalls like changing channels, in dead of night- You can see it sparking hidden flashes of light- and that’s the white noise; the first moments of time- spreading from black holes, into the white.. filling up the Ether, filling so much white is its color white is its touch twisting white filaments like fishing wire it’s cool and collected it has no fear it's always talking, whenever you're near- shh- it's talking right now- you hear?