these words are water
on skyscrapers
that I've tried to touch
so many years before
a quickening of pulse
sends the signals
through the ether
that sensual rush
of air & warm sound
swimming through
alternative currents
all the way up to
the moon itself
fingers dancing
on fretboards
i hear klaxons
coming out the gate
drowned in sound
it all overwhelms me
in a electric bath
carrying me unto
elsewhere
these very drumbeats
are digital thunderclap
and harmony
as we become
our own headphones
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