Free verse № 113218
Proprieters of White Noise
Single digits of code
Lines of broken gibberish spanning my peripheral
The glare of a belated sun
Glancing of my monitor
The sharpness grows deeper
As a swift meaning settles in
The T.V downstairs is so loud
And the white noise is driving me insane
So goes my sanity
And thus my waning will
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