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>static alone there is only the fall when all the miracles are spent intermittent connections slip by unseen deceptive little blips dance on the radar yet at the end only the static prevails singing, tinging, chilling ringing, clinging, drilling pinging, stinging, killing i can sense it in the rustle of the leaves in the patter of water and the crackle of fire and in the gaps between the songs like a whispering, screaming, gnawing voice it vibrates and sap through every fiber the last drops of left-over strength pinging, clinging, chilling singing, stinging, drilling ringing, tinging, killing haunted by its subtle, repulsive force and i fail not for lack of fighting again and again i reach out in vain quenchless but by your gentle touch you, the quietude its seeks so rarely found the warmth it needs remains ever elusive ringing, stinging, chilling pinging, tinging, drilling singing, clinging, killing with the static as my faithful companion i shall know not rest or silence the day ends as it began