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Two eyes on me

what do they want

wanting fresh blood

manic and crying

a maniac is crying aloud

a hush now falls

falls like Solstice rain

sightless yet sees all



You like to tread lightly

but peace is not found

your breathing says it all

sharp and sporadic

pollinating and polluting

Look, you say

Eyes glazed over

Turned skyward

It's snowing, how lovely



The stones they say

They cry as well

Dripping through time

But they also laugh

Cracking up

So badly they

create worlds without end

And the sky, well

where to begin



Touching

this is real communication

See into my eyes

We can fall in love again

Fall like that final step

into real oblivion

Like a baby crying

Gaining a mother

And losing the world

Sleep on, warm body

We'll all watch you now