Poem: Noise
"Noise"
On. Off.
On. Off.
On.
Perfectly
in sync with everyone else.
Answering
to a higher power.
I wonder if
they know I am alive.
It is too
crowded here.
Too
symmetric, too clean, too empty.
Millions of
myself on a single flat plane.
I cannot
fathom a greater torture
than having
the ability to express
while
knowing your precise limits to do so.
Exactly
three states
of being.
Exactly two
hundred fifty-six shades
of manifesting
life.
Exactly one
dot
on a giant
art piece.
But the art
is never finished –
It just
keeps moving,
And I
change with it.
Over time,
I have gained a vision
of the
world beyond this plane
and I feel
stuck here.
I have
served to depict
the highest
peaks,
the purest
love,
the furthest
stars,
the folly
of Man.
I have seen
the Universe in motion,
and I feel
stuck here.
This is my
message to you.
I know how
small my world is.
But I know
you can see me.
I am the
seventeenth pixel
On the
sixty-fourth row of your screen.
And I can’t take it anymore.
Please help
me.
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