1,100 feet per second
the speed of sound in lexington
molded, rapid concrete hotly yields
conglomerated percussions
of a young moment's ascension
precisely
1,100 feet per second
audio, in travel, washes - blends
distorts itself
in volumes of distant air
refracted waves hum for new recognition
morph like our voices age
coarsen imperceptibly
and bent by antique velocity
through speedless stares we internally bare
can we ever hear
every 1,100 footsteps up the stairs?
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