For the listener, who mourns in the silence
and takes upon himself to bury the secrets of others,
who listens in the sand and is solaced by the wind
and lays to sleep at hours small and nights dark

for the listener knows the thoughts of the universe
when he looks inside and feels the earth quake
in his body, the earth
quakes
and he shakes & shivers & the mortal secrets
drown,
secreting into the flood the chemicals that lie
between us,
lie
for our survival and the belief of our progression.

for the listener, i pray,
i pray for him to come & save
my hopes,
i believe no one else believes in his arrival.