A Series of Stills

A Series of Stills

Caught in shaded glowing glares
My tunnel vision soon ensnares
My ears hear muted waves as blares
Of flickering light, retinal wears.

I’ve tried to look away and do
Those things that you know, I’ve tried to,
But I’m caught inside and can’t undo
This stare to there where you look too.

Now socially we gaze and see
This glowing box so frequently
Our stares collide so mystically,
You know it’s love of our TV.

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