They’re just eyes, after all;
Aqueous muscles looking out at you
Transmitting what they see straight to the brain:
To flee, to pounce, to watch or wait,
Just organs, that is all.
They’re just eyes, nothing more;
Dilating and contracting in the sun,
Performing tasks the ears and nose can’t do:
Observe and recognize; for sure
Send messages, that’s all.
Beholden to those eyes?
Pooled pupils on white moons with rings of blue…
Those blue, those piercing, comprehending blue,
Reflecting, sparkling, speaking eyes,
May swallow you, that’s all.
LRH
8.14.10 10pm
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