Archchi’s radio

Those nights of wisdom
When I new all
Before sleep

The static of muwan-palessa
A story of infinite meaning
Used to awaken sleep

Crackle, fizz, pop.

The music of the known
It’s own comfort
A bosom
Of invisible words through ether

That I long for again.

Crackle, fizz, pop.

Where is such music now?

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