ringing

the ringing of the perfectly discordant cacophony
echoes on down the full-of-emptiness ventricles.
the time drips down the incendiary wall
to puddles blown away by the Wind-That-Never-Forgets.
that very wind takes its share of the peace that we once knew
and simply tosses it aside.
then the ringing subsides.
and we take up shelter
in the tempest of each other's eyes