Close your eyes, we’ll sound the waynthrough old souls all rapt in wondernfor the arc of them, a stitch of vein,nreflecting on each other.nnCommunicating down the linenwith hints and curves appearingnon measured ground and plotted stars,nthey’re spilling out.nnThe city choirs will sing ‘til dawn,ntheir songs like cables wailing.nA twitch and jump, a rush of blood,nall resonating outwards.nnI dream of clocks, I dream of clonesnsounding out together,nthe click of hearts and the hours lostnas I breathe on.nnRadios with callers breaking throughnfor I don’t know how long now.nThis babbling, this slip of tonguesnall fused into one.nnThis is the sound of dislocating,nthis is the sound of distance overtakingnand all my words and thoughts are failingnabove the sound of something being swamped.nnThese are the sounds my heart was cupped to catch before I sleep.nThese are the sounds that muscle in around you while you speak.