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[robertmousseau]

if this sound
this cacophony of noise
if it pierces your insides
to the very core
of your being
with its daunting
layers of static intensity
if it laps against your shell
in ebbing waves of energy
then surely this is
the end of the world
and these drowning drones
are the cries of
the four horsemen
and the crush of their racket
is just the beginning
so you had best run
down to your rabbit hole
and hibernate
because these things
are always easier to face
in your sleep.