...Till we die

By: Djakninn (School of Computer Science)
Competition Year: 2017
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Radio’s quite empty, a lo-fi void.
It’s a shame, it snowed today,
And I wanted to sing about it
But I couldn’t,
I could only sing happy songs
Because I only know major chords
And the snow was like temporary earth
On the grave of a fake corpse
One without swollen red eyelids
One whose life’s been
Interrupted only till spring
So I turned to the radio
But the snow was killing the signal
And I haven’t bought a cassette in seasons
It’s quiet, but not because sound is absent
No, it’s because the silence and the loud
Are equals and drown each other out in balance
They’ll soak up in the condensation they’re brewing
And slowly wash away
The minerals in their bodies will feed the new song sprouts
And so on, and on, and on, and on…
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