They come close to my backyard.
This is their frontier,
a borderland one windowpane thick.
Inside my room, my weakly ticking brain
like a deflated blimp, is wedged
between one ear and the wild beyond.
Sound carries visions at night, details shine.
It’s like you can see, only it’s their
eyes projecting on yours.
When alien cultures meet in the in-between,
they camp at a...
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