So faint but always there. It is rhythmical
slightly hollow but deeply resonant like a
far off tuba playing solo liquid bass. And
it cannot be shut off that sound though there
are times when it is no longer audible, a mere
ghost of a sound, constant like a deep-throated
metronome, a perpetual motion machine, a
sound-companion installed deeply within gently
knocking at the lintel of my eardrums. When
first I became dimly aware of its inner presence
I knew it was the steady thrum of an HVAC
system hard at work until one day I realized
it was not but puzzled as I was and intrigued
though bothered as I became it took awhile
before I realized that regular beat was that of
a heart and mine own; constantly reverberating
throughout my body telling my ears I am alive.
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