Though I was temporarily deafened

I will now listen to music from long ago

Without a way to hear it

Reaching into insides

And moving from ridges

to the sides of a coin

Feeling the impressions of heads and buildings

- rendered with brief yet long immoral scramblings, fashioned by demons -

with the pads of my finger

Its own impressions sanded down

To avoid being tracked

There are a few things that I know for certain

1. I am no longer at the whims of the demons (They can only hurt me when they know where I am)

2. I will take what the music gave me and use it to fuel my internal systems (Transforming the music from a memory to something new)

3. My memory of the music is always correct (Despite what the demons tell their friends)

My ability to hear returns

Over the course of the week