I put my ear
to the dirt under my orange tree,
to the jagged edge of a pale stone,
to the petal of a wilting flower,
to my dog's soft fur,
to my lover's beating heart,
to my mother's womb,
to my grandfather's wrinkled brow,
to our dripping blood and flowing tears,
laughing bellies and smirking lips,
and everywhere
I heard
the same
Quantum Song.