remembering elephants and whales and (of course) myself

The smell of nothing is something
special, i suck it in through my nose
push it out through my mouth

the taste of something is nothing
important, though it sucks
when it comes in through my hose

The feel of almost anything
relevant pushes up toward my mouth
and into my brain

The sound of whatever this is
tromps my ear canal
and pulls me to get up

I sniffle, there is nothing
to smell, nothign to taste,
nothing to feel — so I feel nothing

Nothing at all.

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