the elephant man

bosom

relativity

a crescendo

somewhere

far off

a cacophony

somewhere

closer

depending on

where you are

and where i

stand

never

muted

never

diluted

pure form

sublime

silken

soft

with

jagged edges

those sounds

your sounds

i hear

sometimes

from behind the walls

sometimes

from the universe

underground

sometimes

falling

from above

like stars

rain

hopes

dreams

wishes

certain words

flying

with wings

some

crawling

beneath

my skin

some sounds

those sounds

your sounds

come at me

sideways

crashing into me

before i can turn

spread my arms

and say

slow down

why this frenzy

you know you are

welcome

but those sounds

your sounds

can't hear

they raise

and rise

like a crescendo

cacophonic

somewhere

far off

somewhere

close

depending

on where

you are

and where

i stand