Falling on Deaf Ears
A graveyard of ears,
Or a muddle of wonder.
What be thy reasons ?
'Twas never my open eyes
Finding light fading fast.
I pose a question,
Emptiness has answered
Finding my waiting aspect.
Come now it won't harm,
A tenderness to observe.
But thine message fall,
Not upon sound open soils.
I hesitate to receive response
Where the body is alive,
Feast my love on glory.
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