oh what terror it brings.
the hollow walls and
cover collapsing.
the empty eye socket
to goosebump the seer.
cause you can't see,
no you can't see.
like the feral cat brought into walls,
and the homely set free.
what perplexity it faces,
to face a world so magnified
or so shrunken,
pushing the border of
knowledge of their world.
what confusion it strikes,
not but an empty eye socket.
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i want to take off on a shooting star with the feather of an effort.
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