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Doppler Effect

Do the tiny footsteps of ants make a sound?

When we concave their hills I can’t hear a sound.

 

Hands, wrapped around your fingers. Eyes

closed. A baby’s first cry is a sound

 

Never forgotten. Like the silhouettes of bodies

burned. Does the bomb still make a sound?

 

Take two waves, equal in frequency, opposite

in amplitude. Silence can be created from a sound.

 

Sometimes I forget I’m speaking in another language.

To me, my thoughts always make the same sound.

 

Shuffling papers, typed words on pages

even when never spoken, they still make a sound.

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Apr 18, 2013
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