My ears had shrivelled
A soothing voice I’ve only felt
In dreams of mine before this yet
Before the night I’ve always kept
Fell upon me

“Have you forgotten how we spoke before?
Have you forgotten stacks of books
That we don’t need not anymore?”

And with it came a phantom grasp
A fuzzy feeling I have stamped
In every corner of my past
That made me free

“I wasn’t thee
Before our glorious connection
But could have been
If not for chance of inspiration!”

In the world of withered bones
Arrows shot with paving stones
I couldn’t help but step into the unknown...

“Shall we connect for once
Without the burden of the vast
Worldwide broadcast
Enjoyed by us
That made you free?”

I’ve flipped over, and witnessed those:
Long ears, big jaws, and eyes of bronze.