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static hum

Posted to Poetry

Road side crosses cross country side roads.
Electric hum and infinate whispers of our Gethsemene
The need to talk across the world,
The fear of approaching our nieghbors with love.
The fear of salvation, telemarketers talk of need
while televangalists talk of life.

It is our telephone poles and electric lines that hold our homage, our worship and prayers.
It is the road side crosses stiching lit california hills like scars, that bar us to ohm.