high fidelity quake

to remain a beautiful enigma

faithful to the original siren true as high fidelity

she washed over her phrases till they stirred

vanishing qubits noisily pushing the swing

out of sync no one listens pure anymore

spoken word gasping wind what once flowed

in the grinding water above the sound of the sea

images render better than sound highfalutin 

sonus with hearables bud of a high flanker quake

leaving very little faith in fidelity 

what truth do you hear hammered on the anvil

ossicles ear bones of lies to the brain

questioning what we know to be true instead of untruths

do you really paint what you see with a hand

perfectly malformed for the burin graver

graver than a diamond in the grove

of vinyl echo of the ultimate wonder boom 

bloom of toxic green algae shakes

a changeling pierced in the evolving shape of the ear ringing

ringing our whole room malleus incus stirrups

pounding a hissy buzz chiseled earth rings like a bell

but it was she and not earth that we heard