Mercury

It's always been about disconnection
Just as it's always been about rock and roll
Rebelling or conforming
Through noise and bombast or whispers
And even silence.

The silence between the here and what's after

The noise at the boundaries

The vacuums of nowhere.

Distance is disconnection as a natural thing
Something left free, denying a form or function
Unbound to anything or anywhere
Just the existence of two points;
isolated and in extreme.

The extremes of this hysteria.

The absence of motion at either end.

The sameness in everything.

We're recoiling all the time anyways
From everyone and everything
Anywhere and anything between
These two points; this distance, this disconnection.