The waves called sound
Don’t shift the way
Waves of light do,
Waves of daylight,
The way they take
Whole hours to build
And fade. Sometimes,
Waves of feeling
Move like sunlight.
Pain, contentment,
Emotions, all
Have their slow tides
On afternoons
Alone, when the dim
Almost amounts
To addition.
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