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White Noise

August 17, 2016

 

An experience once rich in texture and detail

in hope and possibilities, and ways to prevail

has grown duller somehow, over the course of time.

In blocking out the bad, the dirt and the grime,

much good also has been lost in what I can see

in what I am willing to feel and to be.

My filtered experience has left not a rich, fine-grained sand

but a tendency to grasp only at what is bland.

What is predictable and easy, and expected all along

a tuneless, noteless, white noise of a song.

 

 

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