not ears not eyes

I can hear you distant
rumbling subacoustic
bone conduction past ears
through fingertips and
you are the ridges in the map
where the borders were scratched
you are the thunder
when the lightning is in
this invisible city
horizon glimpsed and I
I will wait for you
when I wait for the speech
and the noise and the warmth
of the storm


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2020-05-21 04:21 +0000