Something I Cannot See But Can FeeL

I was living in a lovely white blur.
It mumbled milkmen like Aphex twins.
Cascading noise.
All around.
Wind chimes and static.
The past.
As tragic as it is for you.
Or me.
The tragedy.
Soft spoken air.
Surrounds me now.
Quiet whispers of ghosts.
Somewhere transparent.
They hide and sleep.
Or sleep and breath
and grunt.
White noise.
Black air.
Some despairing place.
The roofless home.
The cold that eats us
And the ones who lost.

I give my muscle like cloth.