Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Blog Irony - Poetry

We are all blind in a sighted world
All of us deaf in a swirling cacophony
Unfeeling in a crowded mass

But no one is mute

Our voices rise a bit at a time until they dull the other senses

No one is seen
No one is heard
No one is felt

But we all talk

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