Posted in Originals, Poetry, Reflections

The Third Eye

I see with all of my body. 

I touch. I know. I feel. 

With eyes all over my body. 

And yet i am fooled. 

Betrayed. Left alone to die. 

For the One Eye 

Most important. Most powerful. 

Remains shut tight. Blind in blackness. 

Like me. Just like me. 

Oh! What a pity!

(Cover art by the stoned storyteller, wall graffitis) 

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