eyes of the storm

The undercurrent of tension sizzles in an electric wavelength. Peaks and valleys, distorted by the pressure of expectation, compress and flatten, squeal and pop without regard for pitch or purpose. Lost amongst the buzz, the calm mind sits surrounded, threatened on all fronts by the impending onslaught of the banal and trite. Perspective, it seems, is a must have utility; the ability to see beyond the present superficialities and into the heart of the matter. It is with a clear conscience, and without any notion of fear, that the truth will manifest itself.