Monday, April 18, 2016


From the door of room ajar
A candle flickers on a jar
Filled to the brim with swimming eyes
That seer through truths and the lies

These eyes from the back of heads
Eyes from palms of hands
Even the eye of the purple beast
A third eye, open, looking east

In the jar, the memories ocular
All that's seen, all that's been
From Odin to Fury to sins molecular
Bionic memories, unfinished stories

The eye of the storm floats unseen
Flitting like pixels across a screen
And the eye of the needle floating in rage
Chemical death on a dead page

The candle's going
And I can't see
If all those eyes
Still look at me

3 is an important number.

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