Signals in the Static

There's a hum behind the daylight, a whisper in the wires. Something moves beneath

the concrete, feeds on quiet, feeds on fire. I've been tracing all the fault

lines running under every town. But every map I find is folded just

enough to keep me out. And I don't need the truth dressed

up. Just give me shadows that don't lie. I hear a

signal in the static. Feel the tremor in the ground. There's a hand

behind the curtain that keeps pulling cables down. I'm not chasing some monster.

I'm just trying to see the lights. If there's nothing there controlling,