A box of a thousand voices that Pandora left behind
Whispers possibilities that pass through ears right to the mind
And on their breaths I feel the chill of deaf winds and blinded snow
That freeze your sockets in fixed position
And never let you go.
So now I stare into the TV screen,
Teary eyed from static sun,
To see if what I've waited for is finally coming on.
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