Sixth Sense - Eyeless In Gaza

Outline;

bland and forlorn…

A palpitation, a heartbeat murmur…

You stand inert

Frozen and harsh…

You twist in confinement, anticipatory…

You shield your mouth

Under cover of hand;

Looking as if from an oriental land…

And you finger the surface;

Slight and shallow barbed in its significance…

Glib and callow, with a continuous indefinable

Thirsting for that which you cannot beg

Steal or borrow…