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…
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Mutant
I sit; a nut, turn in my shell, eyes in backward. Dig a wee self; forage in the glen of fine, crude cells. I’m pressed. Ears in the ocean seize… a mutinous song. Feb 23 2017