Sometimes
It is so faint
An insidious presence
Barely felt at all
But make no mistake
It is there
Always there
To discover its absence
I have
Trekked countless miles
Over icy peaks and
Into dark woods
Mad hermits deem haunted
And still
It is there
The distant hum
The undertone
The whine
Chirp and buzz
Without a role
In this ecosystem
The numbing assault
Of our collective
Fuel injected
Scream
A life force
Only recently summoned
Now ensnaring
The planet
In its record skipping
Symphony
While audiences everywhere
Remain deaf
To the sonic tsunami
In its wake
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