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On Growing Deaf
S2 revised
Behind the spongy walls
around my mind, I watch
this process of invisibility
advance with my retreat
into sound's shadow
when both singer and the song
are gone.
The ease with which I fade,
now sets in sooner, cued
by changing leaves not welcome yet
to crowd upon September.
(original)
(severe critiques invited and encouraged)
Each year
my world is muffled
just a little more. I watch
the ones I love, whose pique
grows more transparent
when I ask them to repeat.
I see them drifting somewhere,
and I know that I may not presume
to go along.
Behind the spongy walls
around my mind, I watch
this process of invisibility
that comes with my retreat...
how soon will they be unaware
that I am even there;
the ease with which I fade,
now sets in sooner, cued
by changing leaves not welcome yet
to crowd upon September.
No, martyrdom is not for me.
This padded universe affords
too much of spirit realm
to carry in despair. I leave you
bit by bit, abandoning my cares
with every crumbling sense
and thus prepare to navigate
the larger world within,
and there take refuge
in the silent consciousness
of truth.
~
Last edited by Synchro; 11-18-2006 at 06:11 PM.
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