i being, simply am
when by your eyelashes,
and cannot look, is what i see.
or inbetween them looking, out.
but how and when or why
from which i needle, try.
i come unknowing naught.
and from whence the others
mind and how it plays.
in reach, each drama out.
a simple man
when falling deeply in.
i am only standing out.
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