An Insult to Sound - Stream of Consciousness

the way they are
the one for one
two left over
waves
spreading out
from the source

a deep rumble
set up
knocked back
a wary walker
on the tracks
off into the desert

the ghosts of the past
rough and unseen
arisen from the dust
created of the mud
and formed

left to their own devices
to create
noise
and nuisance
an insult to the beauty
they were made to sing

the thing is dry
and sky is wet
and the forceful nature
will break through