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eyes of the world

the things my eyes have seen
I cant forget
blue grace that dances in the
recess of my membranes.
opening up a whole world of delusion
or inspiration
depending on optimism
love that surrounds me and light that energizes me.
the things my eyes have seen
I can’t unsee
from buety to the most profane
the soul of me
deeper the the recesses of the oceans
then space or infinity
alive throughthe things hidden behind

a haunting/24/soul love saga

The cars are louder than my radio
I know they know
her glow

I’m spacey
do to circumstance
situational reenactments
like a tornado
I get hazy
so I don’t

I don’t like to yell
I like peace
I like drama free

ghost haunt me
so the cemetery near is clear
cross the street
from me
ghosts keep me up at night
dreamin or out of fright
the company a wonderful treasure

when I sit
as a passenger
I keep the mirror down
so I can see
if I’m really there
are my eyes
not disguised
eyes have seen