i laugh at myself
at my jumping heart
moving so quickly
its path remains
a visible white line
or black if its path
is traced through the transmitting wires

(this smile doesnt do that though i know i'd like to think that it doesnt do the opposite for all exhausted in even mentioning this long discussed and long lived conversation piece appearing so frequently in the sloped places without peace)

wherein the moments
that define each day
are begun and end
here, and away
to share them through
the end less hum
but i've found a beauty
in the way static and your soothing voice
combine

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