When the last voice
over the airwaves
goes silent —
despite there being
no one to listen —
I’d like to believe
the silence will be felt
in the universe.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
When the last voice
over the airwaves
goes silent —
despite there being
no one to listen —
I’d like to believe
the silence will be felt
in the universe.
Like a nasty thorn that has finally worked its way loose. Ah, the relief! Even without that aspect of it, I’m sure it will.
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