What you are trying to escape
is not styrofoam
crushed cans / cigarette packs
or plastic sandwich wrap
rubbish comforts you
what you are trying to escape
is the palm of your hand
the apple of your eye
the pulse at your throat
the knowledge that persists
in lacy tissues
in lubricating blood
what you knew
before you were born to the already defaced
whispers heard before you struggled to breathe
whispers felt in intimate pulse
meanings learned by heart
whispers that persist
persist —
why have you stopped
seeking
what is needed most?

poem by Jo Mariner. Image: By Femtoquake – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0,

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18233779. This is a map of a whispering gallery wave in an enclosed cylinder with air of the same diameter as the whispering gallery at St Paul’s Cathedral. Image created by the Applied Solid State Physics Laboratory, Division of Applied Physics, Faculty of Engineering, Hokkaido University Sapporo, Japan. Jan. 31, 2012