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Empty eyes
Crazy fluctuates over me
Bio-rythms sent to criss cross
driving me crazy with negative thought
Driven to despair
wringing water worn hands
from wiping away invisible tears
The answer lies within
empty eyes of the dead fox
An end to a life
More real than this
The maggots anticipate
And wait for us still
Hey, Girl! I saw the author comment and could not help but feel the shock and then the way it plays into life's emotions, running rampant at the moment.
You know me, always looking deeply! Can't help but see a hidden fear, perhaps one made all too real by some revelation concerning number One.
I don't know why, but I end up going to the blind beauty aspect, and the finality of it.
You are writing with such skillful use of metaphor lately, that tangents abound. Tim