In the silence of darkness I'm listening to the neighbour's generator. It has this strong gentle hum, changing patterns, keys almost, periodically.
The hum helps me contemplate, rhythmic, like bars on an 8 track, a boom bap even.
For it is gentle flowing like that Fugees gal, taking my soul prisoner with the words in her song. She's not killing me, but the soothing monotony it might send me to sleep, maybe rid me of a migraine I've had for ten hrs.
Take a pill, maybe not, take a hundred, seconds to think about where all of this is headed and the bet is, the best option is to let live, never killing the silent hum till power is on.
I'm thinking; 'No one man should have all that..' - Stop.
Switch off the generator, man I'm trying to generate me a master piece, so give me peace..
For the contemplation ceases to soothe, now a loud voice that reminds me of the state of events.. Give me peace from the silent humming till I fall asleep; to the sound of silence and nothing. Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem