Hazy in my appearances, I rush to silence.
Orbiting around the drone of mechanical instincts,
I close my eyes to smoldering, intrinsic intricacies
and the higher the heat goes, the heavier my heart grows and the raising of the ruin that resembles my relief is burning, burning and I will heave into the flames,
flickering over the hapless existence of
the healing nature of the never ending noise that, although haunting,
gives refuge between
the swells
of my thoughts.
Author notes
I actually wrote this last semester, towards the end of p-chem 2. Also I recommend you listen to the works of composer Claude DeBussy (for example, "Clouds" is a good one) while you read this poem. 
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No acess to DeBussy at work, but I love the language & feel of this poem. Great movement, makes sense with music. Beautiful.
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