Static

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"Static"

I realized how noisy

and meaningless

is my existence


My power got cut.


Eerily peaceful

no furnace

like a jet engine.

No television blasting

playing nothing in particular


I hate the television.


Dad sits in front of it

depressed

No light

artificial-hurt-your-eyes kind


Nothing

Warmth evaporated


Silence

reverberate and resonate

peace.

We were truly together.


Like all good things

it was murdered

Just when I was transcending

lights flickered

Zen shattered

colder


Everything exploded into life

sound deafened me

I wanted it all to go away


My life is filled with noise

I can't take much more

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