Counter Intuitive

darkness surrounds us
a sarcophagus of night,
expelling screams of light as
easy as breathing out air,
after extracting oxygen;

morbid curiosities awake us
from a profound sleep brought
about by forced moments
before death is silenced by
the vibrations of chilling sounds;

with the agility of passing trains,
we lumber to our destination,
hoping to find a cure for our
previously acquired affliction
from soft coffins of silence;

retina displays offer counter
intelligence with German precision,
pushing boundaries of
caffeine-depleted minds until
its black silkiness embraces us.

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