How many vacant spaces Can be filled with empty words What amount of silence Can be stacked to form In Homeostasis Static complacency A deafening wall of static Humming din of delusion The wait will be long Until time becomes short again We bide and bind it Only ever on the brink Dragging limp and lifeless shadows Just to near the glare of noon Deeply lost in the shallow end Blind and barren chasing a sight Of homeostasis Static complacency