‘The senses change with hours’

 

 

The senses change with hours. Sight, now,
where once I could not see a thing, no hand
before no face; but the smell of distance
made, bore out the leagues, measured out
the spans of time: and then the echo came,
brief, but hearing was intense, acute.

 

 

 

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