Sunday, 4 May 2014

A Love Song for Brownouts



I'm happiest during brownouts, everything shut-down
Nothing to do but play guitar and sing
Or read by candlelight.
I think of calling someone,
I am naked without
A friend count (1363) to comfort me
To tell me I'm not alone.
I am instantly transformed into the finite,
Four walls, no possibilities.
No 100 messages to respond to.
No endless to-do list of things to
Learn and read and watch.

Just myself and the guitar strings.
Just my voice whispering out a song
So as not to wake the neighbors.
Whole, alive.

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