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A screaming comes across the sky…

When you are deaf
every voice seems a scream.
To be without acts as an amplifier
and a volume control.
Poverty makes life loud.
Loss makes life inaudible.
Heartbreak magnifies love.
Pain makes life intense.
Scars make the world flesh.
Misery becomes poetry.
A benevolent and malevolent energy
informs our human perceptions,
helps pinpoint our psychic centers.
Nothing ever stands still.
When you are blind every photon
flashes like a lightening strike.
In this life of sensations,
less is always more,
the silent scream that deafens us
with our own hearts crashing,
and creates meaning from feeling.


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