I sink beneath the bathwater,
and everything disappears.
The normal daily sounds replaced by gentle static
and secret thuds and clanging,
normally unheard amid the daily clamour,
echoing in clear and subtle rhythm.
If I could strap a conch-shell to each ear,
then I could walk unheeding
of the grating whispering behind my back,
the background hum of the disinterested and silent.
And listen only to the gentle echo of the sea.
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