It’s quiet up here Above clouds Above signals Above noise I’m disconnected And my mind begins to float. Looking down I imagine What’s being said What’s being heard What’s calling for attention And I brush at my beard over what’s not. Not everything needs noise To feel seen To feel heard To feel connected But noise isn't the type To just give in or relent. The window calls me back And as I look upon the clouds And vast sky And bend of the earth I feel a deep sense of calm and— I glance back at my screen I clack a few keys Move around a few lines And unknowingly wonder how I might Maximize this poem's Shares and likes.
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