Noise of silence . . . of falling asleep . . .
Have you experienced, as you lay ear-upon-ground
Not voices, nor creatures or dissonance, but a sensical crepitation . . .
An interesting, unending—completely reliable pulsation
. . . eventually recognized . . .
the buffered churning
mechanical pumping
never-ending, reliable
soothing sounds of
overnight, metal workhorses
As deepest silence makes evident
Earth groans under local pumpjacks
Prompted by Fandango post at This, That, and The Other
(Ragtag Daily Prompt—crepitate)
Featured photo by Arne Hückelheim, CC BY-SA 3.0
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I seem to remember a deep sense of mystery and strangeness (tinged with some kind of fear, or at least concern). The sounds seemed so far away, like they could be coming from anywhere in the world through the ground like that. (I was young.)
In a way, the sounds seemed like earth noise itself, which made sense to me—to have sound qualities of flow and repetition. Ultimately, realization of the industrial root of this particular combination of sound waves became evident.
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