impossible

more silence would cancel

out the silence, until

the salt and pepper ants

from empty airwaves

became a kind of earworm

pretend there is an echo-

location that leads us

through the static hiss.

pretend that what's between

the lines is morning sick;

and that the streetlights

are in a fetal position forever,

unable to come to term.

daydreaming, we somniloquize;

each Shakespeare a deaf con

on "read" alert, left on "read" alert.