Restrictions Poem by Jan Sand

The eye leads and the mind follows.
The ear leads and the mind follows.
The touch leads and the mind follows.
The hounds of mind go howling down the avenues,
Claws clicking on the stones,
Pissing claims on uprights,
Sniffing out that this and here is known
And that upraises hair on neck
To be overstrange, evoking growls...
Unknown and unaccepted.
So, do we stake our place
In our world.
Networks of common paths
Among vast alien territories.