We Are Not Dead

Poem By Egal Bohen

Conscious states
We each do own

Close our eyes
To be alone

Remote the touch
That stillness dulls

Leaving sound
Our brain to lull

When scent to smell
Is scarce it seems

Our senses sleep
So soon we dream

The humming sound
Left in our head

It signifies
We are not dead

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