Vestigial

Losing one's mind.

does the sun shine when mine eyes are closed

the warmth is there

a lover's caress

                          or tyrant's whip

the dear old sun

sails away on ra's great ship

do the birds sing when my ears are hurt

sight dictates what must be heard

silence everywhere 

how absurd

 

vestigial is my mind

                                    an  e c h o

an answer to a question I can no longer find