Shhh Bang

it starts underneath a small table near the entrance to a motel lobby and grows with great speed and sprite quieting the house-guest at the counter as it flows - muted down the hallway glass doors opened with dampened yawn and it streams across the parking lot as sedans and pickups suppress carbon-laden coughs to sit sedately as breezily it blows stilly past the man mowing his lawn, now silent to a Parish church down a block with its burked* spire bells silently it presses over covered acres of rural pasture and time-laden wood a great enlargement of un-din no bovine low, or snap of twig creeking waters without gurgle flowing past, and around, and over people, individually and whole crowds without even a whisper of apprisal covering vast space at un-supersonic speed oceans without roll or roil of waves still, it moves on over island and isthmus continents languishing on quiet molten their ridges and troughs without groan as the entirety of sphere becomes hush no noise, no sound around, surrounded without the slightest sound instilled in ear, in mind, in thought - in me in my own near-deafness, I wonder is it to be peaceful, tranquil, or silence too vast without coo or cry? © Goode Guy 2013-03-17 * http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/burke #2