i heard it.

over the fan in my room

over the rolling thunder, muffled by brick and plaster

maybe it was under

or inner.

either way, i heard it

loud as day.

i wont tell you what it sounded like. you’ll have to guess.

or maybe,

you’ll hear it one day.

when your ears are worthy enough

when the world around you is chaotic enough

when it knows that it’s presence will move you

it’s waiting for the moment that’ll bring you to your knees

the moment where there is no ego

there is no pride

when you have no other choice but to listen