noisy
raze
from
the
birds
praying
to
the
dark
to
the
wind
breath
devoid
of
melody
to
the
drumming
of
the
rain
if
there's
rain
if
there's
percussion
to
be
played
to
the
sting
of
the
sun
in
tired
eyes
a
sort
of
hissing
if
you're
listening
for
it
to
the
songs
the
refrigerator
sings
fraught
with
warnings
too
vague
to
be
understood
to
the
braying
of
engines
stressed
past
the
point
of
reason
to
the
low
hum
of
a
fan
coaxing
pieces
of
dreams
from
the
night
before
into
something
almost
whole
to
the
skitter
of
fingers
on
keys
like
the
footsteps
of
many
small
things
to
the
breaths
drawn
and
expelled
in
a
modest
imitation
of
a
large
body
of
water
and
the
rhythm
of
its
push
-pull
to
the
chewing
of
food
to
the
opening
and
closing
of
doors
made
more
or
less
forgiving
by
the
water
in
the
air
to
the
beginning
of
a
thought
with
no
clear
trajectory
so
it
just
rattles
around
inside
the
skull
to
the
divot
of
your
arm
when
it's
kissed
and
made
to
feel
like
a
mouth
that's
forgotten
how
to
speak
to
the
whisper
of
a
dark
sky
weaving
its
way
through
whatever's
left
of
the
day
everything
is
noise
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