Dead Air
Silent sibillance of static.
Sounding spaces swimming
in a swelling snowy soup.
A sharp gushing sheet of noise,
crashing shower,shifting shapes,
crushing signal in a rush of destruction.
Sounding spaces swimming
in a swelling snowy soup.
A sharp gushing sheet of noise,
crashing shower,shifting shapes,
crushing signal in a rush of destruction.
posted by Armand @ 12:18 PM
1 Comments:
At 7:26 PM,
Anonymous said…
is this anything like the previous poem: do I need a Navajo code talker to decipher, or is there a subliminal satanic message that emerges only by reading the poem upside down and backwards on alternate Tuesdays?
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