Attuned

i sat in the dark
ready
to decipher decibels

too low
even for a dog

with inner acoustics
finely tuned
i prepared
to
pick up
the faintest sound

deeply immersed
in sensory visitations
the journey proved fruitful
until interference

made a nuisance
of itself

fireflies
meaning well
freckled the vista
with a tease
of light

superfluity!

the attuned
needn’t sight to see

light is such a crutch

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