Confusion

Not a sound
Don’t you hear?
No step upon the ground
No whistle we are clear

Nothing to see
But look right here
Yes by that old tree
It moved, I swear

No taste on our lips
But bitterness is clear
Straight to our hips
That’s what we fear

Nothing here to touch
Textures all around
Textiles and such
How does that sound?

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