all that’s left to us is hanging here
as a shadowplay to be decoded
an isolation of the atmosphere
the novelty of these days eroded
as another new dawn fades away
the eternal insight is taking shape
a digital transmission on repeat play
divided from joy, we seek our escape
all that’s left to us is hanging here
divided from joy, we seek our escape
I recently listened to the No Dogs In Space podcast’s four-part series on the band Joy Division and though this poem is shared for the W3 prompt of ‘scape’, I couldn’t get away from the word ‘escape’. The first line popped into my head (in reference to lead singer Ian Curtis’ suicide) and then Joy Division song titles flowed forth to fill in much of the rest of the poem. The title is taken from the second and final Joy Division album of the same name and can be understood in either way, to be near something or the end of something.
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