television skies.

television skies
above our eyes:
where the blind men go
to watch their shows.

and when they die
they will never know
and we'll just sigh, and walk on by
waving at the endless rows.

the televisions turn to static.
and the skies lose their hue.
what will you say, cold and erratic
when you stand among us few?

what will you do?

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charlestyler.
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Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339