Eternal Screen

Eternal Screen It`s too hot to go for a walk, I stare at a blank screen Its afternoon, in my cabin and silence is intrusive, a low one toned hum of doom. Intense white screen, but when looking closer I see myriads of tiny black squares, a mask that will not let go of its dark secret. I try to rip it open with a volley of words, but they bunch back, and reduced to banality of what have been overstated a million times. Exhausted I erase words send them into the bleak world of Delete, a place where surplus words and emails are sent to shuffle in obliquity. I read the news 228 people have fallen into the sea, hasty words fell out of them too and into silence. Cooling breeze, must get out and hear the day sing.