Education’s Cost

It’s raining tonight.

A soft sound, gentle, at my window.

But the dreams are far, far away.

Instead, there are the drums, mixing with the rain, drums perpetual still beating their mad tune somewhere between the reality of man’s perception and the darkness of unbeing. Their mindless frenzy keeps the night at bay; like savages trying to scare off a lion by their perfect vigilance, the sound of the drums echoes in the shadows.

And beyond the drums, there is silence, smiling, waiting, hungering, silence.

Sleep never comes now. It never comes again to those who know the silence well.