Stuck in a sleeping paragraph
By a headline tightly tucked in
With the sound of power alarming
Too early to soon to begin
Nothing more than a point of view
Stating a case of disparity
Avoiding the line that rises up
In a bubble of hooting hilarity
Silent echoes chase the chorus
Of hidden truths behind the scene
Paired on the edge of meaning
What is real remains unseen
Words like shadows stretch and wander
Framing thoughts we dare not voice
Caught between the lines of reason
Lost amid the noise and choice
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