The two eye balls; how they hang
running around inside your head.
See how they see..how they see,
seeing what they see, you run to see.
The two eye balls, see inside they see
to see the lie you run to truth you flee.
Eyes behind cotton, eyes behind silk,
eyes behind glass, eyes that can't hide.
The hot red eye that brushed the sky in fire
The mystery brown almond shape of dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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