Bold choice of wording.
Bones aching.
Living in the moments of hell.
What is this feeling,
Fire?
Engulfing the very existence once thriving,
Dying.
A signal in the midst of all of this, this scene.
So very in the dark, about this.
About it.
This thing.
Dark is it.
Strong? Weak, it would seem.
Yet it pulls at the threads, begins to un weave.
Unfurling a most interesting scene-
Better than any TV,
But then TV was never just a thing.
