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the call is coming from inside the house

the white noise that welcomes you

By Mingling with the Moon Published 4 years ago • 1 min read
the call is coming from inside the house
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Inside,

White noise (from the congealing fridge) comforts me

The ancestors scare me with their rattling

The call is coming from inside the house

A fly disrupts the silence of the white noise

And the moth directs me to the TV set

The channel changes, without any fingers,

“Just a mundane technical difficulty, this happens all the time,”

You must be thinking

The call is coming from inside the house

The propagated plant is dangerously thirsty all of a sudden,

And you were just here yesterday, with water in your hands

The call is coming from inside the house;

You have been trying to save the world outside,

Yet inside, your environment has been calling for you.

Stand down, water the plants, reset the altar,

Take a deep breath.

The call is coming from inside the house.

And then let it out. You are safe here now

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    Written by Mingling with the Moon