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In another world noise
may travel faster than light.

Bullet, then color.
Birdsong, then upturned sun in the beak

like a yolk. Your call comes hours before light
breaks through your mother's eye.

In another world hearing you breathe
is not enough to convince them, and infants

sing us to sleep from the womb.
Listen; lullaby. As though this world

must say our names
before it holds us, sends our lips

into the ocean. Watch; only after the wave crashes
will the moon dare follow.

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