hey, you are what they call
the eyes of the words,
seeing thoughts and traveling
the paths of feelings,
beyond this place the trees
and beyond the trees the forests
and beyond the forests the hills
and horizons beyond ourselves
our souls,
i am fixed
on the fetters of my flesh.
hey, you are what they call the eyes
of the yes,
the serious seer of my truths,
humanity's homunculus
hey, you are what they trusted,
the eyes of the world, the word beyond the whorled,
tell me, please tell me,
what do you see inside my eyes?
what is the color of pain?
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