Blue light filter on

To protect my eyesight from

Waiting on your text

Touch of the abyss

Sharp and piercing and so cold

How can words be so

You hear how they sing?

Lonely, hopeful cicadas

A ceaseless love song

Dancing across tongues

And drying out open mouths

The sweet summer air

Crystal clear rivers

Running through gentle valleys

Unobserved by man

Scampering creature

Skittering little roach-thing

You can not be here

Expansively small

Sometimes, the wide world feels thin

Home is not too far

Expel the summer

Banish it from my home-cave

Maximum A/C