Juxtaposition is Sublime

When the jarring deafening silence confronts you
You reply with a melodious, well strung haiku

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When faced with static silence, we are nothing but shards and smithereens of a flawed existence, a glorious train wreck on her maiden voyage to a phantom promise land.
Detesting white light and its unflattering glare that leaves nothing to imagination and ambiguity. Its unforgiving rays penetrate through the thickest smog and smoke screen. Gasping for air as your flounder and flail, your face pressed against an impenetrable thick glass ceiling.
Silence. White Light. Greatest Nemesis.