It

by beautiful strangness   Aug 12, 2005


It’s strange, and sinister
It’s an illusion in the dark
To know its name you must play the game

Your eyes, it’s eyes, playing tricks
One minute it’s there the next its not

Like a mystery, it appears impossible
To see it you must open your eyes
become aware

For it is here, there and everywhere

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