I cannot see
what I’ve not seen
before, the scene might be
dancing right inside 
my meandering mind,
yet the screening eyes
will not recognize.

I cannot hear
what I’ve not heard
before, the sound might hum,
or might beat my drum
up and down,
yet the conditioned crown
cannot pinpoint the plot
the ersatz ears will fail to spot.

I cannot play
what I’ve not played
before, the act might seem
possible on the enduring stage,
yet in the repertoire of the insipid intellect
the performance will not recollect.

© supratik 2023
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