It's been days since I've slept.
My world is a gossamer half-life between dawn and dusk.
devoted to this secondhand radio.
obsessively listening to nothing but static,
hoping to hear anything.
Clearly the same signal,
but no longer binary,
I can't tell what this message says.
noticeably different from the first recording
I managed to steal from the aether.
I don't have the capacity to unravel it.
I can only grasp at the filaments of meaning,
and cut my hands to shreds,
as I try to squeeze clarity from them.