a speculative medium

I spieled once stale static.
A fuzz fracas in the transistor, a pixilated fixed patois.
I intellected a murmur mayhem, a moveable flap fraction.
I readied.
I gilded lip trimmings and observed.
For what am I homing, this hailing a howling hole in the noise.
Conducting a callous concert, broken airwaves,
announcing adjectives for the apathetic.
Ungratefully grasping at the sensitive gasp.


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