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Thursday 14 April 2011

Tinitis

There it was again: a low frequency hum
lasting only a few seconds, its source
within his head; always a sustained note
never wavering, though random in pitch
with a constant volume fading neatly to silence.

He’d never met anyone who heard
the same hum, at the same time and anyway,
was reluctant to share the phenomenon
in case he was considered a bit strange,
but he liked to think he had a special gift.

Perhaps his finely attuned senses detected
seismic shifts that might forewarn disaster,
as someone passed through the space
he occupied in a different dimension,
stirring the fading rhythms of the ancients.



John H Davies
14th April 2011 


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