Eye

eye

fixed

staring at the blank paper

thoughts being transferred from

the gray side

 hoping shaving my head

was worth the effort

a choice

I made in haste

for retrieving words out of

a blender

is costly

when I add up a dictionary,

electric and time.

eye

views

history of old

life as it opens, folds

still I am searching for

truth

how to express it

in equal shares

feeling like a gambler

with pistol under table

should I cheat myself.

eye

at knife-point

blinks

realizes

no one wants to hear the truth

cries.

burn baby burn

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