The Death of Death

Noise is the wave Modulating the structure gently Taming the fragile for sometime Until it gets them strong once more Surrounded by breeze that slithers along its tail Noise dictates their dancing pace Surrounded by fury, rage and fire A grain is split by construction Dancing drunk amongst some few Pushed around till it forgets Pushed around till it detests Noise becomes much louder Slamming the color upon one's thoughts Eating the drive that takes them further Pushed around till it detests Ready to change the current mesh One defies the other, to gather and dissolve One becomes the other, to gather and resolve