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.