Static# daily prompt # season 4# attempt 74
Static silence
That consumes me
But there is no me there
There is nothing where
I land while those sessions
Only there is no I either
Then when this static breaks
Sounds come running, rushing, drowning
In their wavelengths
Gravity pulls not only of earth
But
All that belongs here
Temporary relations,
Dying definitions,
Empty promises,
Nothing permanent
Attempt to save temporary
They all have a pull
That push again
Towards the static silence…
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