Through The Eyes Of The Watcher - Poem by Nicholas Licul
every bit of information
gathered from each situation...
determining the mood
...i sit here and brood
the slightest movement gets calculated
analyzed and debated
...direction of the eyes
determine the ties
angle of the feet
shows where to meet...
with closed palms
at wide degrees...
her necks showing
flipped hair that's glowing
...is this a meaningful combination
or just useless information?
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