donderdag 9 februari 2012

My dying right eye

Do you see everything
as clear as I do


At the end
of time
everybody dies


Now I can see
the words
Hidden behind
the sentences
On the blind
pages


We are all 
being seen by
the big golden eye


I wish we
were more
Than we are
right now


The sun shines
around us

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