Idea for a poem about the 52-hertz whale

gotta write a song about the 52-hertz whale

she calls and calls and calls
and nobody can possibly hear
i complain about not being heard
because there’s too much noise, too much of too much
and yet

other beings are physically able to hear me
so, theoretically, im not that lonely
but she

she is perfectly alone
she is made of emptiness
the loneliest and biggest packet of emptiness in the planet.