Eyes, ears
Death's window pane
Broken in shards
Embedded in fingers and feet
Palms of hell
Furl the wings of bees
And flowers
Grow pale in rain
Postscript: Jealousy starts by breaking the windows to the mind. The eyes and ears. It restricts, causing man to operate below his capacity.
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