An Eye
 
intrepid lazy sight
deficiently hunting a mirage
like that bored hand in your pocket
still strolling in that socket
keeping time locked safely in the corner
its combination wisely thought
forgotten
here�s the gravity that left an orbit
around a world -foreign
my phobic sights entreat such delight
control because I only run
in circles cratered and cracked
but never away from
a bully�s lair, playground player
let there be light
so your aim can be adjusted
brightly perfected though slightly rusted
and I,
a crescent busted
Can see it brighter
and my dilated darkside whispers
in your light what is due
My I
For You
 
by eternalslacker
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