Static Silence

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
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…

Copyright (c) 2018 Meenakshi Sethi, Wings Of Poetry 

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