Fade Out In Broad Daylight
There is radio silence today.
Usually I can tune-in,
today the deaf shout behind their words,
I stare at their moving mouths,
grapple with steams of muddled articulation,
not reaching anywhere close to a meaning.
An oral fog accents a strange language,
one I have yet to comprehend.
Is it I that's disconnected,
my mind defused like a used bomb shell?
I see a lot though, hear a lot,
but not in a way that can be interpreted
by anyone but those fabled lesser gods
that translate the world through
a mute and wondering heart.
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