on the loss of hearing over time

this, an overheard tattoo's point:
nothing travels faster than light yet we have it
on occasion, mach it
but galaxies atrophy there, in the wider blinks
before you are or are not the father

and ambergris, too, may still be dropped in wine
as your matter’s handspike knows
which is just to say, does screaming light a whisper
or lightning dare a spark

i think, line the page ink knows
to be blank
and steep there---frequency doesn’t know it’s a heart
and eavesdropping, I heard myself in the wider point

which is to say elements in me blush along with me
or as the lights’ race starts, the point fires-blank and crests
roll up your own sleeves to the wider-needle there
before you are or are not the father
this was all just someone listening