Hearing

I still hear a world in my ears.
And whole of the west wind,
The noise of the empty word
And clatter of senses rubbing

Against the body of the wind
As if they are my very bones
That move lazily in my knee.
As I walk in defunct dreams
I do not need the hearing aid.

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