Our steps check to same trains,
same mornings, same hair
curled around white beats
feeding rhythm to a skull –
for when she breathes
air waves to my frequency,
voices humbled over masses
‘cause an opinion needs an ear –
two million antennae peak
static vibes across our nape,
fleeting messages through eyes
who blink broadly cast personas –
fueled by thirty second shorts
and cast by passing moments.
Author notes
Object 5 - radio
