I feel an eye open
blink blink, blink blink!
A wary visitor, testing the waters,
whether it’s wise or not to be seen.
Never mind what it will see,
it is whether or not it’s safe to be open,
to allow me to view
all which I have viewed incorrectly over the years,
I don’t think I’ve ever made proper use of it.
The eye blinks lazily,
like a crocodile’s orb, half plastered, it seems,
heavily lidded awaiting its true awakening,
to allow me to truly see.
And all the things through its sight I will gather,
I will garner so much from the once-dreary world,
I cannot begin to dream of what I’ll sense and see
because it’s finally time for me to breathe and be.
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