There, There - Radiohead
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The Radio Animals - Matthea Harvey
The radio animals travel in lavender clouds.
They are always
chattering, they are always cold.
Look directly at the buzzing blur and you'll
see twitter, hear flicker—that's how much they
ignore the roadblocks. They're
rabid with doubt.
When a strong sunbeam hits the cloud, the
heat in their bones
lends them a temporary
gravity and they sink to the ground. Their little
thudding footsteps sound like "Testing, testing,
1 2 3" from a far-away galaxy.
Like pitter and its
petite echo, patter. On land, they scatter into
gutters and
alleyways, pressing their noses into
open Coke cans, transmitting their secrets
to
the silver circle at the bottom of the can. Of
course we've wired their
confessionals and
hired a translator. We know that when they call
us Walkie
Talkies they mean it scornfully, that
they disdain our in and outboxes, our
tests of
true or false.
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