The Scene and The Herd
Eyes
open to receive
A
burst of perception
A
branch thought broken off
A
vision or a hunch
Ears
set to perceive
The
sound I thought I heard
Animal,
horn or word
Vision
indicates discernible details
Well
within my scope
Hearing
informs the brain
Of
the unseen realm
Sounds
betray rafts of information
You
can’t see the wind
You
can’t see the speed of light
But
you can hear the wind moving
Through
the tall reeds and
If
we listen to each other and
Everything
else
We can see the hidden elements
We
hear
If
we look close enough
We
can hear the silent elements
We
see
Funneling
it all through
The
scope of the brain
We
receive what we perceive
Senseless
or not
Reality
is illusory
Segmented
understandings
Sifting
through the sand
It
all goes in one ear
Through
one eye and
Out
through the mouth
Over
the tongue
8.25.2012
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