December 4, 2008

• Static

  
  

  Static.
  

   

  Blaring lights.

   

  Sounds of buzzing.

   

  Bright, incoherent,

   

  Clash of relentless thought.

   

  Electrons dart wildly.

   

  As my mind draws interference.

   

  I lie awake at night and sigh deep.

   

  My mind corrodes into dust whence it came.

   

  What has become of our lives, locked in turmoil.

   

  To never sleep again in the quiet of peace,

   

  We rot away our very consciousness to the core.

   

  The voices call out ‘Do as we do. Buy this. Buy that!’

   

  To be consumers, as we consume ourselves.

   

  Filling the empty void with a great hole.

   

  Power; controls; network media.

   

  Norms and folkways bent and defined.

   

  To make us as the voices.

   

  Countless lives become nil.

   

  Confused and listless.

   

  Blind to freedom

   

  We’ve become

   

  Static.

   

  (hint: count the syllables)

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