At first, there's only static

The spit and crackle

With shh and speckle

White noise.

Underneath

If you listen long

Strain your ears

And manage not to go mad

Do you hear it?

please

Tell me

You hear it?

Beneath all static, there are words

foreign, distant

Deliberate

Words

Calling

Do not fall in to the noise

Do not listen too closely

Lest you too

Become

Static

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