Surround Sound

When The Void’s silence slowly begins to speak,
Chaos shuffles Herself to become still,
Agreeing to what He may say,
Disagreeing to what He can say,
Until,
Their Paradox duly reaches its peak,
From baritone bottom and shrillest screech,
To create a quiet not so quite,
But baseline apparent of our parents speech,
That comes from Nowhere,
To dissipate Everywhere,
Before a child could chase to catch that adult,
That we now only hear,
Immersed in this Surround Sound,
So crystal Clean and Clear.