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
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