Sensation of Sound

by mudrhetoric

I sit with my eyes closed.
Shutting off a sense to intensify another.
Voices abound.
Modulating in timbre and hue.

Some here. Some there.
I’ve not lost my sense of direction.
I can’t make out what they’re saying.
There’s too many.
Each voice distinct.

So I can guess at the number.
That doesn’t matter.
What matters is the sensation.
If I lie down.
The voices would be clouds.

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