Poem by Richard Rawson
Listening for this voice you say you heard -
Understood once in sleep, or a shadow burned
Neuron deep - loose, floating, uncollected -
You connected to the beat
And on and on you flowed,
Metered, un-dulled, coherent:
You, proud Ulysses, lashed to the mast, erect.
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