White Noise
capabilities high strung
hung out to dry in rain
soaking up heavy dust
mighty winds a capability
not caged just free
free for the nothing i can be
nothing is the rain
without dust to blow away
soak it up led astray
naught comes for nothing
and stillness is all
did it ever depart or arrive
am i even alive
like glue to a tiled roof of silk
blankly setting eyes
one way or another
nothing will happen
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