Lights…
They flash on and off in their faces.
Who’s?
Ours…
Were connected.
Too what?
Our lights and sounds
The noises are rushing through our heads.
We smile and ignore them
What will we do when the noises make us numb?
What will we do
When were deaf
What will we do
When were blind?
What will we do
When we can’t feel anymore.
Poetry
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