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So much noise at 1 AM
crowds its way into the quiet space
between the covers in the dark
A television
jammed with static, the mind
is the antennae
Bent in the storm,
twisted out of tune and
slippery with rain
The remote has fallen
between the bed and the wall
and I cannot reach it
So I watch the dots
dance and take form and
expand into stars
And I write.
crowds its way into the quiet space
between the covers in the dark
A television
jammed with static, the mind
is the antennae
Bent in the storm,
twisted out of tune and
slippery with rain
The remote has fallen
between the bed and the wall
and I cannot reach it
So I watch the dots
dance and take form and
expand into stars
And I write.
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