Blurred Directions

Voices collide,

each louder than the last,

until meaning thins

and slips away.

Screens glow like

false suns,

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offering light,

but only deepening the blur.

We move fast, yet nowhere certain,

We speak much,

yet hear little.

And beneath the noise,

the real pulse of life

waits,

almost forgotten.