I am suffering an identity crisis

having lost eyesight

somewhere in the tangled woods across the street

and misplaced my hearing

around the corner

left macarooned with taste

and touch, shuffling

among the pomegranates

and rose petals and popple

leaves, and as I tremble down desolation

road I ask

myself the big questions

answers falling on deaf ears

and blind eyes.

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