drum
Hum hum hum sings the bass of the computer. Tap goes the keyboards and shht goes the pipes and I don't hear insect legs or crying trees or singing mothers but I see nothing but emptiness, dark, black, abyss, while hum hum hum goes the bass of the computer. Whir goes the computer and type type type goes the keyboard and there is nothing but scatters, scatters of writing and papers and pencils and binders and books but look oh look! There are no grounds. There are no beginnings. There is just me, suspended in air, surrounded by words and ideas and expectations and hum hum hum sings the bass of the computer and I open my eyes and I'm back on the uncomfortable chair in the basement with a hum hum humming computer with work and duties, names and labels, life and society.