I will always remember
The neighbour with
The elephant ears.
His seismic organs
Set on high.
The lifting of a finger
Would quake his ear canals.
A whisper, worlds away,
An erection to his lobes.
The flapping of his
Ears and mouth
No decibel could count.
I never made a sound.
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