The drone of brain cells dying.

Only discernible in times of silence.

Like the hum of electric current.

Rushing through an empty head.

And the sound is soon reflected

Upon the mirrors of our minds.

And a sonic beam refracted

Right through the eyes.

From behind.

Suddenly, you’re aware.

Of the space you occupy

Within yourself.

And suddenly you realize how small you are.

And how much yet there is within you.

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