“…rhythmic”

I sleep in the day.

A holdover from decades of working, and composing at night.

I use navy air plugs. From aircraft carriers I imagine.

These things shut ‘everything’ out.

Everything except…The rhythmic thumps of your heart

The high pitched tone of your nervous system.

Even the noise your eye muscles make when blinking.

The sounds of your bowels.

You only hear yourself.

Even your soul in the voices echoing in your head.

Shutting the world off reminds you you’re alive.