static

alone
there is only the fall
when all the miracles are spent

intermittent connections slip by unseen
deceptive little blips dance on the radar
yet at the end only the static prevails

singing, tinging, chilling
ringing, clinging, drilling
pinging, stinging, killing

i can sense it in the rustle of the leaves
in the patter of water and the crackle of fire
and in the gaps between the songs

like a whispering, screaming, gnawing voice
it vibrates and saps through every fiber
the last drops of left-over strength

pinging, clinging, chilling
singing, stinging, drilling
ringing, tinging, killing

haunted by its subtle, repulsive force
and i fail not for lack of fighting
again and again i reach out in vain

quenchless but by your gentle touch
you, the quietude its seeks so rarely found
the warmth it needs remains ever elusive

ringing, stinging, chilling
pinging, tinging, drilling
singing, clinging, killing

with the static as my faithful companion
i shall know not rest or silence
the day ends as it began

(2024)

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