Silence; artificial,
Unnatural;
With the elements,
There sound,
Wind;
Leaves;
fluttering,
Insects
Scrambling in their microcosm.
There
Is always
Light
Unless
You go down,
into a cave
&
Pitch
Black.
Yet,
Even then
There is the
Sound of your heart
Air moving in and out;
Muscles twitching.
Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion) 
The heading reminds me of ‘Hello darkness my old friend ‘. I wonder if being profoundly dead precludes or alters awareness of bodily sounds – Evelyn Glennie very successfully drums that away. I wonder if blindness will be black (I know some see light and shade). So , in the cave, still lifeforce ……. and possibly fascinating bats .
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