And I can’t
hear. I have airplane ear.
I have cotton in my
ear,
It won’t
clear. I yawn,
but no pop do I hear.
What a nuisance; “I’m
so sorry,”
the muffled
sympathy roars.
I worry I’ll hear
no more
Still dumbfounded
My head is stuffy
and sore.
Hark, it seems I’ve
lost my voice also.
“What? Come again,”
they say,
Inside my head I bray--
But they tell me I
speak so softly
It’s as if I’m far away.
And they are right.
I feel apart.
There is a moat
between us now
With loss of sound
I can avow
It is no small
thing to have a head full of fog
For a dimness of
speech is also endowed.
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