You don’t remember
Not long ago
On most radios
You heard static
And less music
There is joy
In ill-tuned things
It requires hope
That some where
You’ll hear clarity
Today’s static
Is very different
It is opinion
Impossible to escape
Prevalent and embroiling
Indeed life is
Such a thing
Swimming in noise
Mostly unrelenting noise
Switch it off
To find your
Own sweet silence
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 