Dark Secret

Sometimes
When all is quiet
And dark
And there is no humming
Of a refrigerator
Or fan
Or clock
And I am disconnected from my digital world
(A world that feeds
A world that sustains
A world that seemingly gives purpose)
The noise from outside is quiet
Because the grid that give us life is dead
I am at peace
And become annoyed
When the sub woofer bleats
And the lights come on
And the refrigerator starts humming.