Never twice the same color

On phase-alternate lines I picked it up

Out of

The blue

Out the window in the sky above my room

The tower where the signals nightly resumed

Emitted

An eerie

Sort of hum

And even when I thought I was alone

There were the bars and tone

Like a dipole shouting down a hole

Signals come

And signals go

Some will change it to a different show

But late one night on a vacant channel

I found the answer to my problem

Truth in lines!

Truth in numbers!

Fear of dots

Fear of people

And even when

We all are gone

The bars and tone go on

And everything I thought was really there

Was electric waves passing through the air

Like a dipole shouting down a hole