the eyes have it

eye polked through life, peering through a monicle

riding through beauty a flat was to be had on an eye's cycle

trying to find the most beautiful thing wrong

how am eye supposed to use these feet, they just drag along?

are they even mine, thought the eye

just then the eye opened and saw

what was truly happening to us all

the lone monicle found it's way to the ground

everywhere every eye to and fro to be found

was already dying or just plainly dead

all from a single wound to the head

how could this very madness ever come to be?

how could eye ever pretend it did not to see

everything that has passed and brought thee

here to claim this monumental moment's sword

is the eye from minnesota raiding the cup-board

eyes that were dotted and eyes that were crossed

eye sincerely hope to avoid being lost