When a sound won't go away (Poetry part 3)

Remember those poems I wrote? Here's another one! This is about what it feels like when there are sounds and noises that are BAD and are too loud and can be heard everywhere and won't go away. And my brain sort of melts and stops working. It's hard to explain.


what is this noise which creeps up from behind, beneath the bench with a cold, dark hand
it can be heard even over the incessant endless cricket noise that never ends and monotonously mindlessly drowns out the rest of the world. We do not know why it is here
where it has come from
what it does
it seems only a noise
but alive
it scares like white wax colored hand grabbing in the darkness
it confuses

and dances to computer beats
rhythms of its own
is it

are we

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