How the bats fly
fast shadows in a cosmos
of sound, following
the reflection of echo
How the dancers fall in
step with a rhythm,
energy transformed
in the flow of blood
How the players
are still and aware
until they feel the move
of the other side
How the birds stop to sing
in the tidal pause
before the dusk sets in,
How we listen
How fragile we are
when we walk out
caught unaware
by silence
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