the music plays
astronauts float
i wonder if he is listening.
quiet for days
i put my ear to the ground
cold cold dirt
beneath my hands
and i listen
wonder
windy
crisp
it stings
i shiver
i remember the beginning
sweet sweet sweat
i remember
he hears my heart
beating through my palms
cold damp dirt
earth raw flesh
he always
listens
sets me free
i am alive
october is born
our october returns
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