See With The Ear; Hear With The Eye

The song on the radio
thumped, like the plumb bob
in the chest, on the feet
of the fire crackling woods

It was too dark for the eye to see.

And as the fire grew so high the
sky turned orange, yellow, and red;
the trickle of blood was seen
leaking through.

It was too dark for the eye to see.

Rock and roll stopped-
White light of the fire's ash, left,
as she was, too, with just a
drop; saw the ice water shower
run down, like the pretty trickling
brook over the field.

It was too dark for the eye to see.

Then a voice from out there, from
the ashes it rose, saying a word,
too dark for the ear to hear, and
too light for the eye to see.

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