i. H(ear)
I’m
Caught
In between two
Different worlds that
Never seem to ever quite
Meet right in the middle
Where I want them to.
Shrieking ears, they
Have a mouth of
Their own.
Yet they never
speak what I want
I cannot hear
Here.
ii. (Deaf)ine
The
sunrise
When I awake
Tastes like honey
Mixed with fresh white milk
Birds do not sing but yet
Provide the fruit of song.
streams don’t chatter
but yet fill me with
undecided joy.
I am a vagabond
to sensation
but I am not
lost.