Not Samuel

To you, the voices
Sound the same, even
The different ones,

Which is not to say
You can’t distinguish
Same from different.

You’re a different
Sort of listener.
You notice the same

In the difference,
While acknowledging
The difference is

Always in the same,
Deep in there, clear down
To the smallest slice,

But the voices, still
And small as they are,
Still all sound the same.