THE EYE
1.
The eye is there
The eye is real
deep source sensing
comprehension
between a mind in formation
and a jaded brain
How can this understanding
be so profound
this seeing into each other
This eye this eye
is the heart
the eye of blood
the heart of sight
2.
The child on the other side of the city
pulls at me in my sleep
draws my instinctual inner compass needle
into his magnetic field and points it
Awake, walking the autumn colored lanes
of the city hills I feel the pull
to that raft-sized bed
where he pulled my arm around him
to better read a book
“so I am protected”
I am perfected.
The eye is there
The eye is real
deep source sensing
comprehension
between a mind in formation
and a jaded brain
How can this understanding
be so profound
this seeing into each other
This eye this eye
is the heart
the eye of blood
the heart of sight
2.
The child on the other side of the city
pulls at me in my sleep
draws my instinctual inner compass needle
into his magnetic field and points it
Awake, walking the autumn colored lanes
of the city hills I feel the pull
to that raft-sized bed
where he pulled my arm around him
to better read a book
“so I am protected”
I am perfected.
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