See

There's nothing in your head.

Nothing to imagine.

Visions fly by, but

eyeless you grasp them.

To release to emptiness is

to bring peace.

By becoming nothing,

worries are gone.

In a mind so heckled,

can any be heard?

Static is misery;

silence is bliss.

White noise is hot,

but clear is clear.

It cools the

scratching symphony.

There's nothing to see here.

But have you tried to touch me?