Monday, March 2, 2015

hear everything come down to street level

the music of spheres hum through the sighs of melancholy

while the daily cacophony distracts with the flat static

of gibberish and tinny tunes

people lost in their headphones against

the world with their buffering music

crushed to death by garbage trucks or buses

they didn't hear coming

and "oh the humanity!"

lives that intended great things snuffed out

"oh they loved life so much to live for"

if so why did they tune out the very world they meant to conquer?

fear that might have paralyzed them out of their safety zone?

the death that eventually cast them out at street level?

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