Inspiration from Silent Thunder didn’t come out entirely like I intended but I may come back to the first few lines for another take:

The world is smells before sound,
sound before crashing light,
light—at the last—fading into savannah.
To pay attention is to move
your trunk into and out-of everything
lit up in infrasound. Your hide, your song
part of the dripping, steamy, rumbling mess.