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This is something I started a few years ago. I'm not sure if I'm satisfied with it yet.]
Unplug. The electro-radiation infects my head.
When did the sound of silence become
So harsh?
“I can’t hear myself think.”
I’m at least interrupted. I don’t need to think but
To react – but it doesn’t fit.
I started to listen.
A poet bleeds inside me; she has a world
To show me before she goes. I can’t hear her speak,
But she wants to remind me of our plight.
She speaks when I’m at my worst –
When I don’t want to worry about what I am.
This is what cut her:
I was taught to listen and I did what I was told.
The cable is severed and so is my core.
To reattach is to morph into the role
I cannot see myself in.
There are no models – no bottles, tablets, or
promiscuity. I can’t hold out
For much longer now that the water
Has broken – I shall soon choose my voice or bear
these last rains that seep into the dust of
forgotten yesterdays.
Implied/Assumed
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Okay, here's one more. I feel this one is more complete, but I'm never really sure. Maybe they're never truly finished.]
In this revolution of information,
I push these digits through my mind.
I carry my life magnetically,
Fearing imperfect elasticity,
Living in the electrocity.
It’s natural; natural evolution.
Everything is natural: do you
Remember nature?
Before you knew procedures,
Before you learned etiquette,
Before you had an income,
T(ele)V(ision)’s sit(uation)com(edie)s, and
I(nternet)S(ervice)P(roviders)?
Learn to fear pure imagination without even knowing it.
Divest, simplify, free your time:
Invest, complicate, and waste it.
If it’s unfamiliar, turn your nose up at it –
If it even reaches you at all.