At the conclusion of all sound there is still yet a noise.
How could there yet still be a sound without any noise?
Behind it all, is there a ringing note?
Like water running through a metal pipe noise?
Perhaps the sound ringing is not an external one.
Deep within may be a whole different world of noise.
Heart pumping, blood flowing in a cosmic circle.
The inner ear being ever responsive to any noise.
Stirrup, cochlea, drum; transforming sound -
into information from nothing but noise.
Sound upon sound, interwoven in time
A name called Don emerged, assembled from noise.
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