There is a soft hum of things
Things being hummed alive
Things being

My exhaustion, the AC unit, a conversation drifting out a window, truths I try to not make time for, hunger

Hunger that came to me in a dream
A living sensation like a memory
That felt lived and loved 
Deeply it feels alive and loving 

How can the shapeless borders
Of an experience I never truly had
Seem so hollow yet so full

In it lives the hum
The soft, perpetual, constant hum
Landing everywhere on me