by Alex Brown 


They watch from within the walls


whisper secrets in frequencies a human ear cannot decipher

their station formed, the mad ones have tuned in.


He breathed into their bones and twisted eardrums about

signals freshly intercepted, feeding them what to do

in the term informing about the zoo.


They watch from the running gaps between stars


the planets are protons

I, in death, become a wave of thought.