Mute

Mute

I've forgotten how to read

I've lost the ability to leave these times

The luxury of an interior life

Seems too costly to maintain

My body misses something

Hands move around furtively

Reaching for a page

When there's nothing there

The quality of the lighting

Reminds us of old tv

Actors move around uninspired 

The cameraman can't hear

We don't know what we're missing

Having lost the pages to describe 

A terrible thing that keeps on rolling

Around somewhere in ourselves