Acoustic Shadows
I cup my hand
no Doppler's circle
this well of emptiness
as I splay my fingers
more of the same
hits the floor
fits of giggles
screams
groans
murmur then fade
eyes hold the sound of the afterimage
as ears seek its nuance
observer - the end/in the beginning
the hatching in the darkness
a dance within the drift of focus
of every empty
cupped hand
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