Can you Hear the Shape of a Drum (Warped)

I only feel the rain when it’s transmitted thru a tree
 
Because a voice must have a source
 
The gray made clouds bottomless above me
 
I thought my mouth could be a careful home for the emanants
 
Look how the ground drinks from the mouth’s warped colors on the branches
 
Look how the ground gave trunk and branches warp
 
The precise window of viability between rain lines
 
I only believe in what can ventriloquize me
 
So I can speak from two places
 
I have to walk lightly through April like weeping that can end at any time
 
Then I borrowed this quiver in my tongue
 
Words vibrate under reality’s beating
 
For their sweetness I pressed wet anthers between my lips
 
Blossoms learn to speak to keep the raindrops intact
 
To accept dispersal in its husk