Yanny and Laurel Rise

An ambiguous scratch comes on the face of reason A sample of the universe hard wired to a voice Mechanical in nature paying homage to its maker Perhaps an internet connection or a ghost in the machinery Gone wrong, gone haywire to the audible illusion of the truth A misdirection of two words become confused Go lost on streams of consciousness as blank Something said that can not be repeated A word escapes to have another fill its place I guess we'll never know which one is fake A static sound heard in the void as noise A distortion generated by an accident A girl says “Laurel” so what is that? Some deconstructed fragmentation A figment of the imagination Yanny and Laurel rise Lost in a fog the mind fills in the cracks Do not trust the ear for what it hears Next time speak to the hand It is sure to understand the facts