It sounds better through both ears,

whistling through,

blowing through the canyons,

bellowing, although almost out of time now,

out of battery.

A battle against sightlessness,

selflessness,

boring, but someone is still listening.

I can hear the careful breath on the closed circuit,

and I can hear the crickets,

on that same closed circuit.

minus the bandwidth,

through the canyons,

through me,

but someone is still listening.