If you admitted hearing voices br In ancient times they would have calledl you br A shaman a prophet a seer or br Maybe even Moses br br In Salem you would have been called br A witch a warlock or br One possessed needing to be br Put to death br br Part of the art br Of being a poet br Is to listen to the voices br As they sough through you br br The sounds are gentle reminders br To pay attention to a color br A smell a word a sight br Then to remember it in words br br As a poet I claim br The words I write are mine br But in truth I have heard them br As they rustled through me br br It's like hearing the nouises the wind makes br It's not the wind we hear br It's what the wind blows through br And againstbr br Tom J.