orwell slept with
one eye closed
.
spaces close up and voices grow louder
the din of existence an ever-present echo
i see you
i hear you
i approve of you
or not
there is no off button
no way to unplug
(though we all pretend, often)
we are slicing hearts open
and living out loud
from a distance
cacophony bleeds music
.
January 4th, 2014 at 9:36 am
my god, but yes indeed.
or not. !!!! there IS no off button.
January 4th, 2014 at 1:49 pm
no. we never truly disconnect….even in our solitude…we are all connected….
January 5th, 2014 at 3:18 am
Beautiful picture and really really good poem.