4am

I should be sleeping
But I keep picking up the phantom signal of UZB-76
The Buzzer won’t stop buzzing and neither can I
The terrestrial hum keeps me up
And the EMF’s in the walls
Refuse to cease their singing
The stress of it, tinnitus jaw tension
And high-pitched ringing
The surge of traffic
Ever-flowing down the placid asphalt
That runs behind my building
The rustling of the trees
Steeling themselves against the breeze
The owls, the bats
The laughter of my neighbor watching tv
None of this would bother me
If I could just quiet the voice within

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