In bayou, eye mean eye
And by you i mean “I”
(Not all microphones
Are male (cupped hands))
Who cann ever tell
Wyn/s/h/e must crane to
Heaven and ask a
Master to muster
A task to meet
(Make me)
Who? demands An night
Eagle. swivel him
Neck to see back[to]wards
[Time Eternal, Amen]
With 2 real darks as
Round at the corners
As all real things [break]
And an owl owtched groundward
Rolling him
Neck