Seeing everything as performance,
Every gesture, and every movement.
The spilt subjectivity, looking in and looking out,
And never knows who's who and what's what and why's why,
But still, lives live, the world goes on,
Only those whose eyes are constantly expanding, feel the pain.
So sometimes they close their eyes, restrict them, and sigh in vain.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The Eyes
Saturday, March 08, 2008
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