I see, the eye- with twinkle in-
Within the fly the twinkle ends-
begins the speak best between friends-
the eye it does not end-
the mirror sees me- it cannot tend
Influence Affluent, the speak pretend-
pretentious wind nobody fends-
for the eye it does not end.
I crash river's pretence need be,
I climb mountain's not burrows seed
catch the worries
all hollows eve.
The eye, no need to see-
The eye, no Reap to seek-
The eye, no tear to speak.
For the eye, it does not end.
Inspired by Emily Dockinson's
"before I got my eye put out"
Written 1:33 am on a Tuesday, November 5Th inspired by crash course English lit #8 on youtube.
