Missive After

i wonder if you heard anything i said
our accents dance in different stratospheres
i'm up, alienated, thinking about dawn
surely humid, a little rainy
it's hot down here even now
i come down here to hit the comp
then i dash back up for the air conditioning
i feel like an explosion in the near distance
the people are deaf, but can they feel the tremble?
the earth knows my feet
now deliver to the essence of others
the dirty rock-ball of sand, soil and water!
spin faster! i'm bored!