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It gave me an image of objects sitting in silence and suddenly crashing into noise. Ramble, babble....that's not all though. I especially like the last part:
"wasteland of opportunity
meditate like pilate
over cannibal clout
icetray trajectories out of the iron garters
put the paper together
to get all the news
pieces of eight woven into a tapestry
with catgut and Kevlar yarn
nomadic tubercular alphabets
women exiled in certainty
blowhard morning earthquakes
dally longer on the threshold of open space"

I love your outlook.