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Me; Orator

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 […]


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