HOLD THE MUTE BUTTON
by John Yeo
Many passengers sharing a long-haul flight across the globe.
Transcontinental,
A darkened atmosphere.
Day turned into night.
An undercurrent of sound.
A babble,
A torrent of voices in a vacuum.
What is under discussion?
A flood of unidentified thought,
Mostly inconsequential,
Minds deprived.
Stimulus provided by a small screen in front of the eyes.
To a highly gifted sensitive mind,
Deprived of sensory stimulus,
Are these telepathic thoughts, voiced?
Or are they vocalised undercurrents?
Sitting in a cramped row of seats
In front of an illuminated screen,
Time drags on.
The sound continues unabated.
Sound delivered through a headset.
UNIDENTIFIABLE~~~~~~~
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
Many passengers sharing a long-haul flight across the globe.
Transcontinental,
A darkened atmosphere.
Day turned into night.
An undercurrent of sound.
A babble,
A torrent of voices in a vacuum.
What is under discussion?
A flood of unidentified thought,
Mostly inconsequential,
Minds deprived.
Stimulus provided by a small screen in front of the eyes.
To a highly gifted sensitive mind,
Deprived of sensory stimulus,
Are these telepathic thoughts, voiced?
Or are they vocalised undercurrents?
Sitting in a cramped row of seats
In front of an illuminated screen,
Time drags on.
The sound continues unabated.
Sound delivered through a headset.
UNIDENTIFIABLE~~~~~~~
Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved.
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