a radio operative’s day off

by mistersoto

he will wake waiting
for fatigued eyes to re-adjust
and for the slow evaporation
of white noise
in his ears
to dissipate
day’s countdown begins
hours like banknotes in a wallet
which on good days
he’ll thumb through
with an uncountable speed
slip by
slowly consumed
until the sensation comes
that he has returned from the world of static
at afternoon’s end
he’ll rediscover the solidity of shadows
and embrace again
the permanence of a sunset
before submitting
to sleep’s slumbers
and a reawakening
to find himself searching again
amongst fields of static
and the debris of signals
numbing his eyes
calculating
trajectories
before their
eventual
evaporation

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