"The Grey White Noise" (The Demiurge ☢)

Coffee's cold, the dial is warm Been in this chair since before the storm I write it down, page after page A man reduced to a frequency gauge Grey white noise, that's all I hear Three years of static, year after year Somewhere out there, I don't know Another voice might hear me go "Station B. Same frequency. Same silence. But I'm here." North of nowhere, a hand on a dial Turns the same knob, mile after mile He doesn't know that I'm out here tonight He doesn't know he's a point of light "...Station C... third tower... third silence... still here..." Three points of light on a broken map Three cold coffees, three paper scraps Three notebooks filling up with noise Three lonely men and one single voice "...receiving... static... repeat: I'm here..." "...I hear you... I hear you..." "Grey white noise. Same frequency. Same night. And then — three voices." AND THROUGH THE GREY WHITE NOISE, I HEAR YOU NOW THREE VOICES IN THE DARK, THREE POINTS OF LIGHT SOMEHOW I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'RE REAL, BUT I KNOW I'M NOT ALONE THROUGH THE GREY WHITE NOISE, I'M ANSWERING HOME "Station A. Local time, zero one. Three signals active. I'm still broadcasting." grey white noise… and three voices…