The
whirr (in and out)
It’s waiting
It’s waiting
As I turn
off to sleep,
The incessant
whirrOf the machine,
An unplugged living
Thing
Growling,
Bigger than itself.
White noise chuckling,
Sucking in and out,
A chasm of grey
Pumping
In waves,
Growing pregnant
With repetition.
It crawls the walls,
The out closing in,
A low vibrating
Rhythm.
It’s just the sound
Of the world
Resetting itself.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 6, 2020
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