To These Eyes
When symmetry dismantles
And luster grows infirm,
Thorns start to shiver
-Contorted and askant...
The world - a bĂȘte noire
Looking down upon you
With odium and sordidness -
Your inside,your insight
To them it does not matter...
Look awhile into my eyes,
Relate that which you have seen,
Deep within....
You mean little to all eyes-
To all eyes but these eyes.