Deaf

Orifice moves,
Delivering truth,
Through electronic routes.
Distance to approach.

Though echoes,
Reach one’s sense,
It couldn’t resound.
Misled, deaf.

The illusion of space,
Has hindered fact.
But inescapable,
Wounds of aversion.

If wisdom could rain down,
So as to cleanse both,
Burdens will be removed.
Now, only tears are your ablution.

- Rasui Akira

written on March 28, 2006 - 1:58 AM

dedicated to a friend, Jim