receiver
You thought you heard someone coming, but it was nothing.
You sat back in your cell remembering coldness and quiet humming.
You thought humming was the way, but you were afraid because you weren't sure if you really knew what you knew.
Outside, a sparkle in the night sky catches your eye, and a tune is blown by a whistle that echoes.
“I wish I could live in a sand castle,” you think to yourself.
And you wish you could have been more of a receiver.
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1999