a cycle of sounds

unforgiving voices

some loud or hot and some quiet cool

sounds sounding off second after second

repeating a series of unrealized documentation

for a moment to own up to its antecedent

and she or he hissing

deep into OUR habitation

and we welcome it

we welcome the blue above our heads

we welcome the electricity in our walls

for now i barely listen

these years propagate similartities

maternalist

and personalize the same sounds we pollute

she has starved herself so thin

she must have died within the palms of my hands

and like sand dunes doctor the maps

you can see she cannot remember her bones