Calcium holds his hands behind his ears
Cups them to draw in the sound
Closes his eyes so tight
Until all he sees is the dull red light
Until all he sees is the sound of night
And draws a breath through his grit teeth
And draws the barbells through a straw
And draws and draws until the dawn
When people walk the streets beneath
As Calcium holds his hands behind his ears
Drawing up the world in shades of sound
Pattern pitter patter upon the drums
Calling cadences that speak of things
A child fallen cries out its face red
A lark stops singing, its mate dead
A petal touches earth from a withered flower head
And in it all there is the breaking in of new sounds
The start of a song never played before
The start of a prayer to be repeated nevermore
The soft susurus of something in the deep
The soft movement of the dead in their sleep
Calcium hears all with his hands behind his ears
Cups them to draw in the life
Closes his eyes so tight
Until all becomes one song of the night
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