The poet tries to bring it down… bring it round to where YOU are… the poet has eyes on the horizon… sometimes the image barely perceivable…
This poet lends his ear to sound… turning up the volume so you can hear… gone poet has ears so sensitive… sometimes the sounds barely Audible…
The poet’s eyes are often fixed and dialated… the smallest observation Amplified and exposed… unseen things he sees as inflated… hard-pressed to bring the vision home…
This poet drifts in a pre-conscious state..
