Satori, interrupted
Inadequacy sustains the spirit
wallowing in self-denial.
Constant streams
of jagged notes flood in,
interspersed with the
random jabber of background static,
rough-hewn at the edges,
electronic spikes and all,
white noise hissing.
Dim secondary lights color
the piece of sky gleaned
within an eye’s reach, ruminating
unseen clouds
and imagined breeze.
These, and the senses deprived.
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