Hidden noise we do not hear Yet sinks inside our head Like the secret noise inside a shell We take no notice of the sound Of bare feet on vinyl We lead strange lives Hand in hand with superstition Burying shoes and witches bottles Under the threshold to ward off evil and protect the house Amidst the strange and wonderful Like Nero, we play our invisible fiddle Letting the world spin around us… ©AnitaDawes2022
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