Synaesthesia


Blindness – the fate of the damned one

Hush – the habit of a killer

And dream – the wake of a mortal

 

It could have been three men

Merged with their eyes

Even though one of them is the blind man

 

To encounter a man with all his senses is a rarity

Because the road is not marked

Yet

If you do not see

Or do not dream

Or do not know how to keep quiet

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