"Lipid Lectures"

The lecture starts droning
and the kids stop chatting
and the heads begin to drop;
and a small pattering of keys
babble and yak to each other
like gnats, drowning the drone.
Then a key point is mouthed
to an ocean of Powerpoint light
projected before a rapt lecture hall
that alternatively nods
and nods off;

Which starts a thousand manic fingers
over laptop keyboards,
building a subtle crescendo,

a tingle in a sleeping foot,

an ocean wave
washing over the shore,

or the sound of pebbles
raked from the beach
on a wave's long regress.

Then it's pulled back
into the pulsating sea of a void
where knowledge goes
to procreate and die,
and the scattered key clicking
ticks and resumes,
like countless cockroaches
in basement cracks.