Distracted by the subliminal static
as an uncomfortably buzzing white noise
in common communications between us.
Levels of mild stress can be sensed
or perhaps just poorly perceived
as messages are mixed in translation
and interpretations are feebly received.
This unseen wedge has been driven, splitting us
now found separated by this dissonance;
yet discernible rhythms are still attainable
with one step towards the middle, closing the distance.
Do we trust what we mutually represent
in this unique presence shared together
or has this routine now grown so subdued
as to hinder our mutual reception forever?