authenticity

I dread turning that box on
It's antenna attracting blank noise,
filling my stations like glue,
people sticking to it
and living by it

What are you living by?
Do you know?
Do you bleed the words
that fill your ears?
Does they comfort you
or blankly stare at you
nudging you for the first move?

It’s a money game
finding a diamond in the rough
leaving it in the rough
selling it as fine jewelry

Carve down to the center
the center that holds the beauty
the meaning