no
i hear
yes
a call
a cry
a siren
a sigh
a song
a melody
foxes, crows,
meteorites,
shooting stars,
owls, echoes
of cuckoos
and rainbows
i listen
i do not know
what it is
where it starts
where it ends
no, not noise
it goes with silence,
grows out of suffering
and out of joy,
flows into the night
and meets me
when i wake
to the mornings
deep and disturbing,
the imminence of
birth and death
i walk out
ready to be slaughtered
together with others,
animals, cauliflowers,
humans
and each day
i am astonished
to be alive
and not so sure
what it may mean
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