Reductive Redux

I heard a Colombian river was full of cocaine hippos.
I heard we’ve passed 7 of the 9 thresholds that make earth habitable for human life.
I heard hard times are coming.
I heard we can lose ourselves in augmented reality instead.
I heard the clunking of skulls into a multi-tiered pyramid.
I heard the cuckoo’s call before the theft of the thrush’s eggs.
I heard your footfalls as you left.
Your heels like hammers clacking into the haze

What I’m Reading:

. . . What is

Called a dissonance isn’t always heard as such.

— Frederick Tibbetts / “Dissonant Interval”