Standby
Plasma screen
Or LCD
Wireless fiber
Carried away
Nuzzling through blankets
Dynamic static on Netflix
Rain echoes on the
Bedroom window
Doesn’t really matter
What we’ve put on TV
It was turned on
To ignore
It’s a way for a good night
To come to a quiet end
Winter’s howl makes
Warm bodies snuggle close
After clear cold suns set
Over tomorrow horizons
These nights only ended
When we all lost the
Other half
Of our innocence
Consume Reality! 