Broadcasting into the unknown.
Listening for an echo, a note that says:
You are not alone
Pink Floyd spins, calling is
There anybody out there?
The answer comes from the distant past:
Nobody’s home.
A magical portal stands ready to fill
Every fantasy. Images spring to life
Brutal and beautiful beyond all measure.
Brown and white and red and yellow
All blend in shades of pink.
Then vanish with a click, leaving
Harsh reality.
Darkness creeps over sleeping angels
As the TV watches them.
My eyes are wet. Silent drops fall
Unwitnessed. Why am I not surprised?
A kindred spirit might be out there
Listening for a call. Lightning streaks
through coated wires. No place to call home.
Like a moth to a flame, my screen calls.
I still sit alone. Everywhere are signs of life.
Here, silence reigns.
