Friday 8 June 2012

Blank Noise


Blank noise,
blank noise.
all that is
a blank noise.
even the white,
went out of sight.
the wind past the tunnel
it was hollow.
Cuddled underground,
a hare's burrow.
Long ears, My ears long
a distant voice,
a distant voice.
and all they catch
is a blank noise,
not a sound.
Underground.

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