Thursday, October 6, 2011

BlindOculus



With the sun shinning I could see no stars, no bodies, not even my beloved moon,
Have they been eaten by this vulture, beast, is this the day of doom;


No! not at all, they're all right there, albeit this distraction between them and me,
Is there ever a thing such as darkness, or is it only a failure to see.

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