Echolocate

I have no voice box and I want to shout

As a part of me ceased to be

I’m feeling extant and yet idolatrous

Since it no longer served me

I have no voice box and I want to laugh

As the synchronicities don’t fully matter

The flying foxes can still find me in open air

Since even my breath coerces glass to shatter

I have no voice box and I want to whisper

As I am of and surrounded by stardust

I’m discontinuing the old traditions

Since I’m trying to emotionally readjust

I have no voice box and I want to hum

As extravagantly as a hummingbird

To see if I could still feel the vibrations

Since my wings were clipped and burned

I have a voice box and I want to whistle

As I want to make noise in moderation

Love can be unconditional within reason

Since it could be a healthy fixation

I have a voice box and I can’t comprehend

As I’m attempting to echolocate and recollect

The guardian of the night turned me brainless

Since she told me I was simply perfect

© Niklen 6/21/23