I live in the neighborhood
of your parallel universes
the window you didn't open
      the bus you missed
      that name, that tune
    you couldn't remember
                            a helicopter
                               a whistle
                                  a train
                                a trumpet
                               a horn
                             a siren
                          a tuba
I yell my vocal cords explode
           into prophetic songs
                        tomorrow
           our voice will expire
                   our memory
                            weak
                            wil­l
                            fade
                            li­ke

                                             this