at times, there's a deep, hum,
a buzz,
of continuous silence
that decimates
stealthily,
sounds that reality inflicts upon you;
and with constant hammering like the knocking of an expectant someone,
the inmates of my throbbing ventricles,
surround
contain
cover
me with my droning silence.
Suddenly,
I'm only the sound
of me....
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