Twins

Pure din
Unadulterated din
What blinding joy such noise creates
What melodic chaos engulfs us entirely?
And never grow tired of it.

Mesmerized and saddened by the fortunes
I succumb to that bewildering cacophony-
Ever alone, yet beriddled by silence
Ev'ry now and then
Ha! You think I'd despise that disruption
That feeds on my tattered soul?
But I did not. Never have.
Never will.

Glorious nocturnal moans
Shower me endlessly in euphoric melancholy!
Intrude my silent nooks
And explore my insides
My crannies all swollen with angst
And enervated hopes truant from the start.

I am not the bad guy. I am not.
Like what the Fates jest of
I remain their captive slave-
Forever reveling in their pools of anarchy
What pure abomination chaos creates?
And what shards fall close to our doors?
Will I be free of what misled candor I possess?
Maybe never
But I am not complaining
Din engulfs me like a warm cloak
In the sharp, nippy night
I welcome it with open arms
An open heart
A tattered soul.