there was a pair of eyes disembodied and enchantd that lived in the land i was pilgrim in. their gaze was glory on the subject and awesome. They were love. Once ( perhaps by mistake?) the eyes looked upon and favored me. It was long enough for me to see that they were beautiful and to adore them, and long enough to dissappoint the eyes. their survey turned away and left me, to look upon the creatures of the forrest. Each flower and squirrel it saw i envied and resented and killed. crushed in hand or smothered underfoot. the eyes found lovliness all around the forrest but not in me. I was jealousy. i burned the trees and the tiny lives so the eyes could be mine. when it was done, the eyes did not weep but saw the sunshine and stared. their ethereal and eternal mate. i opened my veins and let the red out. i could be sunrise and sunset. It was wasted on the charred dirt. I screamed my name to the eyes and called out my love but the eyes could not understand sound, ony the beauties of sight.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 08:21:12 +0000
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