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yes I see you

you wink at me with such relish,

your eyes cold and dark in between the layers,

and smokey with cleverness and shame,

flaming up with the hawks and the crows, where the flies

from heaven and the doves of hell

and the cows that eat across the yard- peaceful with

themselves

laughing at us humans because although we

have posable thumbs, refrigerators,

radios, the pleasures of war and such, and pizza

we do not have the one simple thing needed

that we want for our whole lives?

do we even know who we are

or where we go when we look at a map?

we could be eight billion guniea pigs under

plexiglass in a 8 trillion dollar case while the rulers



of the universe torture us until we

eventually die?

read on, my friend as I tell you

what I think and what I feel

when I walk in a crowd, and see all the pain,

the eyes in the clouds look down

they flood me with salty water and red soreness

and it makes my heart ache with such force

I begin to feel sorry

for someone I don”t know.