White Noise
Do you know about white noise?
I learned of it during my most severe days.
Millions of mosquitoes condensed on a TV screen,
Or the frowning of a street mime.
Now balance the radio knob,
Between any frequency you might rope.
Only when you look up the sky,
White noise is the throbbing vein of your unborn eye.
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