Hearing deteriorates claustrophobically,

in an entrapment within a free land

The winter's monochrome view

from the Eastern bedroom's final days

in February's Northbothnia

resonates well with my brutally ascetic sense of art

as well as my growing feeling of thinning out;

of insignificance -

in the tumbling mix

of ski-training frenzy's unleashed force

and the eroding treble reminiscence

of bygone whispers in grayscale glimmers

The many passing years

disable the middle-aged doctors' sense

of identification;

systems unravel into scornful hesitances

of dwindling hearing

Language

becomes an ever more neglected indoor activity

as tenderly suggestive morphological hints

fade into chiselled social forms

of coarsely hewn expressivity

and the monosyllabic bluntness of cuneiform violence

My existence in extenso turns into an exercise

in tinnitus-hissing death-drive patience

within the stronghold of audiologists' austerity demands