Eye mine my mind
eye find coal and turn it to gold
If the mind and all it's components are the soul
then surely we must take care of it and question all that we are told
This mind that eye wander
in further eye grow fonder
eye unwind and turn off the lights
eye have intricate insights
It's not superstitious but may be right
to say a television tells-a-vision
Like a black mirror
a scrying tool
used to fool the fool
The passing thoughts and inner monologue they are a song
not an identity to prolong
As they come
eye dissect
eye question what within reflects
as they go
eye unfold
a new layer of understanding
eye hath removed another blindfold
- Author: CaitEva ( Offline)
- Published: June 21st, 2020 22:21
- Category: Unclassified
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