There are noises
The whistle of a train
The buzz of a cricket
The deep rumble of
An articulated lorry
In an empty room
My eyes know
That my ears lie
My brain pays heed
To my ears
Unable to distinguish
Between real and
Imagined sounds
It cannot adjust the
volume
And the off switch
Is broken
Silence
Is just a word
Tinnitus
Is not
Climbing the walls
Is possible
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