I lack the sense of audio
To see the visual stereo.
Sights of tones beyond me goes,
like flashing lightning echoes.
Oh! They form within my head,
Lines and circles like pinheads;
Riding, still waves that do not bend,
Captain Clef, still, far ahead.
White lines on hair like afro,
Streaking in ending sorrow.
Oh Lord! The words you have said
Mean nothing in this dark head.
I close my eyes to wonder,
the sightless sound of others.
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