Rorschach's Static Secrets

(another way to know
is to hear)

i turn on my television
only when i'm feeling susceptible.

i switch to the nudest channel

and pick out shapes
in the white noise

there..
is in the air

what was, is

i can hear the Big Boom echo.
in it,
is yesterdays afterglow

shapes from the past
pierce through my eardrum

as tiny shards of shrapnel
spray my brane


white noise carries a peculiarity
similar to that of the light you swore you switched off
but found
on_upon
your return

this strange yet quite familiar
noise
leaves you stripped
and feeling awe'd


gripped by uneasiness
i give myself to these Ultra High Frequencies,

here, after Now
i can hear into the afterlife

a million voices
keep screaming out

'we were wrong'

i turn away from the static,
short from cutting off my ears,
and stop believing.