Every few decades I put the TV away

And wait for darkness to overtake the room,

While I ask, who am I?

The first response is gunfire in a canyon.

Birds scatter, dogs howl and a rescue team

Scrambles for answers

Until the search is called off

And I no longer see my hand,

Only feel the uneven heartbeat

Of answers that never come.

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