Echo Now

At some point

the noises stopped noising

My ears bequeathed and my eyes inherited --

sound took the form of interference, waves of bass bouncing in the background

Next the eyesights started to blend into black,

and without context, smells became unsolvable mysteries

I was down to touch and taste,

but these were now heavier than any I'd ever known

The sensation of fingers on my forehead echoed...

these were my new voices, my new fragrances

The echoes persist,

bouncing off the dirt walls and back into me

I am no longer touching,

I am no longer tasting...I know this

Everything is echo now