The Eden of My Eardrums

you know those songs that never get old?
you know those songs everyone hates...but you?

those songs are the tears of the butterflies
the pure blood of the iroquois
those words are the storm on the mountain
the salt of the ocean
the blades in the grass
the red of bloodshot eyes.
the euphoria of a heart beat.

those songs are the Eden of my eardrums.

-Pamplemousse