ocean of sleep,
I thought I
heard a brand new vowel—
a phonic so huge, I found
myself completely surrounded
and pulverized
by its reverberant sound,
the way one who
had never seen the sun
would certainly
crumble to their knees after
a lifetime underground —
a sound so complete, it listed
all the nameless things
which had never existed
in a code which broke itself
even as it executed.
I shuddered. It was like
nothing the living have ever known,
a death rattle
which persists for days
after the funeral. When I awoke,
my apprehension
was immense; I knew the voice
which I could no longer place
had been the
remotest hope: a genuine
silence.
