So, it seems like stillness.
Like a void is empty?
No sound?
No movement?
Nothing concrete?

But the hum is loud.
Conspicuous in its seeming silence.
Like a thousand radios tuned off station.
Static as far as can be heard.

In between the roaring void.
Like little flickering stars of sound.
As if signalling to be seen or heard.
Amidst the insane conversation,
and words of deceit.

The hate in speech.
The violent tirade.
The little cries of 'help'.
The prayers of the innocents.
Are all heard.

The void does roar.
The void is full.
The screeching's real.
The shrilling's solid.
What hits hard,
is the roaring void.