There is an incessant buzzing here
Between the trees
Underneath our feet
Underneath the traffics roar
When I was five it
Sounded more like clicking
But has sped up now
sounding like a rapid
clack clack clack clack
A sloppy slow buzz
Pouring out of nothingness
Out of everything
It haunts me
It cradles me to sleep
It eats into the silence
Slowy like a termite
Sinking into my ears
I wish it all would stop
So to hear silences voice
Without the shadow of a sound
A commercial
