There are three distinct noises you can hear,
not Father, Son, nor Holy Ghost by any means.
There is a low tone which is all of your thinking,
an intermittent note, your heart beating,
and a hundred thousand chemical termites
for every worry and lust particle,
every rapidity, every hope that still remains,
there inside your otherwise perfect head.
It is a simple collection
accelerating towards its conclusion at the moment you do.