The Noise
Suddenly a peculiar audible yet indescribable cacophony plays inside my head,
A thick constant racket of insectoid screams terrorizing me as I lay inside my bed.
Here it is again, in its orchestrated cricketing song behind my dry retinitis,
Sound bloodying my equilibrium from the unknown source of this tinnitus.
Constant criss-cross crescendos of cacuminal acoustics slash my cochlear,
A barrage of borborygmic gaseous airs gurgling in what's heard in the auricular.
From where or what does this click-click infiltrating attack of a static cavalry invade,
Galloping in a stampede aimed to stab my eardrums with buccinal bayonet blades?
Frantically I try to find or figure out from where this constant hum haunts,
Is it the fluorescence of a bulb whose lingering hung aura in my sight taunts?
Or is it the wireless fidelity fuming from a computer modem's ethernet plugs,
Whose wires whip the air with flying frequencies flashing above the oriental rug.
The rug churns to the stimuli's symphony as I stare at its floral embroidery,
Waving in the reverberating rhythm of my cranium's shaken sockets sinusoidally.
I pause and close my darting three eyes,
To try and descry what this noise is that cries.
"Ommmm," says my mouth in a meditative blurt.
A tone at five-hundred and twenty-eight hertz.
Slowly I sink into my very own skin,
And quickly, I nod and begin to grin.
For this sound that has caused such insomniac pain,
Is but the beating gamma waves of my very own brain.
03/10/2017
Submitted for the contest "The Noise", sponsored by Shadow Hamilton.
Copyright © Beej Simrov | Year Posted 2017
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