Clouds + Dialtone

My Luxury - the clouds have a sense of a stranger in a crowd who may approach someone who exists entirely outside of you. They share familiar places, this place, but in a totally unknown reality. Their approach rests more in the mind than as a real option of becoming acquainted. What are you doing so low? Looking like you might just perch yourself on the roof peak, and wait for my next move.

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The future will never overcome a dial tone

in the quiet hum of forever online life
into the depths fell the dialtone
disintegrated against what is known
what is that beep when they pick up the phone
in the middle of every horror movie

Seems improper to give the single note
such a quiet send off so we gather today
the neighbors a phone the line pulled through
the front screen and up against a megaphone
the receiver takes hold to blanket a small swatch
of lawn with a single and final note