A percussive rain deafens
my fingers dim, wafers of immaculate moonlight
rustle from underneath a whoosh of fleece.
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My ears echo with thunder,
with a nocturne of heartbeats
and gurgled bare-faced sobs.
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The wind crackles as if it were a fire
and I too am a fire, thready and popping
in the exaltation of diminishing heat.
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My strident breath brims,
a whistle of bones, a weft of scars,
buzzing deep down.
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I am a carapace
with more projections
than I can manage.
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These sonorous storms seize
peel my layers back
show me for what I am and what I am not.
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I knew sound would be a hard one!
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