People Versus Silence

In the humid night
there was a circularity
of rhythmic chirping of the crickets.

Suddenly there is a lull.
Everything stops in the tracks.
Then a chorus rises-
building up to crescendo.

You become easily distracted
being sole surviving species-
not defending you flaws.

Then your mind shrinks.
You would like to hide
the emptiness, but
the psyche impales you.

The baby moon starts
transliterating the great-
silence on your lips.