Tell me, stranger
– your eye amplifies me –
Are my words away though, as I hear them?
blown out damp as the night air.
It’s owned in my brain; tight
until I speak and ooze.
An ear of mine cranes, in exile – a dog.
It can not near the master’s voice
that creeps and climbs and peaks
at the white hair of your temple.
Thank you John!!
Takes us on a journey in our minds, and a nice surprise at the end