Professional Stranger Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Inspired by the walk, or maybe the dark,
Viewing what is yet to be seen,
The unknown shapes him, supplying the mood with full flame
Now he can see, where it all went asunder;
All the watchdogs, but no good two eyes
He tried to explain the laws of sight to those who thought they knew him,
But it just wasn't quite the world they were built to understand
So he became a professional stranger,
Telling his short story in bits and pieces,
To those who skew a similar view
This was deemed much more effective,
His travels now contain more immersion and purpose,
Although his sight remains unseen