There
alone
being noone
sound
I heard
made fear
which I
could not bear.
Nothing to see...
Dream walk
dream talk
being nowhere
but aware,
aware what?
I doubt.
Ear's world
eyes denied
and head
stirred.
Sand of word
snorted
the nose,
who could prove
those words
of the nose
while ears
are for words.
Voices control
lead all over
I...what a full
surrender.
How come
hearing
makes living
much fearing!
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