White Hot Noise Poem by Matt Brown

You slip down silently through the mist

Close your eyes and let the raindrops wash over you

Minutes blur the hours, who knows how long?

The blinding white light in the distance reassures you that things are OK

The heat wombs, cradles and kisses you and strips away at your naked body

But you know that the process must end as always

Your legs feel heavy and the blood rushes to your head

You stand there, on the precipice of hope and despair

Look away from the wall, turn into the noise.