simonhlilly

ELECTRIC SILENCE

Memory is an electric silence.

Snowstorm at midnight

The tyre tracks we follow disappearing fast.

All the words, all the words,

Settle thickly obscuring what lies beneath.

If you do not know that moonlit void,

Without a body, without a thought,

Freedom shall elude you.

Racing on,

The road vanishing

Under the weight of white noise.

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