Beneath mine eyes
a second set
That peers incessantly
seeing what I see.
Its gaze unmatching
No blinks refresh.
A thought ahead, a look,
Turns only feigned focus.
To break this gaze
a secret held
Who then is able?
Not me. Not these eyes.
The bird again? Or something else?..
ReplyDeletei guess it could fit in w/ that one. this one was unrelated when written. i think i was annoyed that i second guess first impulses and emotional reactions so often, like i was personifying that disparity as two sets of eyes on an individual's face, one that sees first, and the second that sees and holds everything against the first.
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