Listen to the quiet echoes
I hear the cascade of sound and weight
Drags at the pulls I cannot shed tied
Tight to me. Itās flesh that tears and bones
That break.
Iāve seen sweet breaks of peace
The opening thru jellyfish fields
Choose to hear me or donāt
I can hear you but what are you saying?
Are you even talking to me? Craning at keyholes?















