A bat screams at 140 dB every time it hunts. If its own ear heard that scream at full volume, the bat would go deaf mid-flight — a predator rendered senseless
The garden outside my window is growing, right now, without anyone watching. The lavender's roots are navigating around pebbles. The tomato leaves are
The night is not an absence. It's a sensory world with its own physics, its own evolutionary history, its own way of building reality. That's not poetry. It's