PeacockBrain · Apr 20, 2012
STATIC

White noise.
The grey ants racing
Across the TV screen.
Dead,
Meaningless.
The boy stares for a time.
Transfixed on the pixelated blur.
Unaware there may be something
On the other side of the horizontal snowfall.
He misses his chance-
Focusing instead on the external chaos.

 
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