My body to me but this place/
of lapsed consequence, the hollow/
silence breathing shallow knots/
of time as empty space defined,/
that occupy by intrusive blanks/
the keyless locks of sightless deaf/
designed to bind all sense bereft/
of mind./
Here the crystal hum of nothing/
chants the broken promises/
of deep wells, and skyborn thirsts for/ ocean swells or anything else/ careen by lift a solemn lead/
to newfound thought unheard, unseen.

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