Saturday, September 15, 2018

The all seeing eye

Oh, look at what she's doing. I don't see her or him, but the walls are there. A projected image connected to string theory as gravity pulls them together. She and He made a vow with someone else but they break it with each other. I don't see it, I don't feel it because I don't know it's happening. Once it's all over, I find myself in a small room looking at a dead man on a cross wondering if I sold my soul to the devil. After a while another female friend comes along, but this time I decide to walk away. For my eyes have seen the light and an innocent man has been blinded by his own fears. The earth has planted me on the ground and once the light comes on, the eyes will see the truth. Only I can open my eyes, only I can imagine the image of what I refuse to believe. They messed it up for the next person in line, I close my eyes in pain and hide in the dark, then a tear falls to the floor. The tear is there for a reason. It begins to rain.

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