my ear

ear as journey poem
here is my ear
curled up
like a journey

it is still
like a window
a vehicle
to a blind
landscape

some birds
come by
to peck on
my blindness

I hear a
cacophony
of impossible
counsels

whorled noise
that I accept
as the shade
of sound

here is my ear
hidden within
the source
of silence.

 

21st century Poetry

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