Poem, Sound, Pressure
Shale Grace
November 11, 2024
ponder, then, that sole note, dawn solo
in sunrise breakthrough, in pressure increase
across six hundred valley seconds
where bow-shock passes glaciation
bringing mountain, bringing mud
bringing severance of stone
resounding in hasn’t happened yet
where letting go is all around
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In my head, goats are yelling at the sound that isn't. All we hear are the goats.
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