Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Sounds, feedback and static
Message an echo of creation
Haphazard snow, electromagnetic.
Universe as a show
Just heavy breathing on the other line
Microwave radiating outward
In all directions
No exceptions
What once was will ever yet never still be.
A memory of a moment long gone
Ready to be received, always.
Broadcast forever in all directions
Breathsome labor pains
All things were born in hot violence
We are but a cold echo.
Crashing against cold stones
For kinetic heat.

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