one day you
woke to a world
that spoke only
in images
in your mind
colourful birds
sang, soundless
as a tangle
of dreams.
as you slowly woke
you heard
down dim
corridors, as through
closed doors, sounds
that were still
open wounds
that needed to heal
into words.
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