The deep darkness disorients my senses;
the coldness smells like a deafening silence.
Blind to my hand;
a familiar touch that seems so unsure.
Knowledge fails me;
truth re-orients itself to the dark.
Is there a voice to embrace me?
Yes, the smell of it rises to my ears.
The voice is singing its polyphonic solo.
The language unknown; the melody intoxicating.
Do I participate in this hymn-
that is coming from beyond and within?
But there it slips away;
I can’t smell the voice.
I am numb.