Clicking, no ringing, not quite a ring but a hum.
My breath, I hear my breath…and my heartbeat,
flooding my ears with pulsing thrum, alarming yet calming.
Am I dying, an aneurism around the corner, pressure cooked?
Cyber facts point to clogged ears given my health history.
Simple fix, but something stops me from stopping the sound.
A comfort in hearing life, my life, in its rawest base components:
a heart beat and breath reminds me that I walk as mechanical wonder,
a miracle of meat and synchronized pumps and electric pulleys,
anima’s dusty coat of confectioner’s powder smothering the shine.
In the gaze of the other 