Ever live the eye of the world;
feel its tears dance over your skin
as it cries its hymn of longing
for the chilled release of a blink;
touch its ripe iris waiting to burst
in waves of succulent intrigue;
taste its miasma of perdition
wafting through your shells,
for a time will come
when the eye is held open
by the hand of faith,
and the claws of chaos,
intwined in their pestilent dance,
and the eye will sing no more.
-mine
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