
It is perhaps the ultimate storybook
Capturing and recording every glance
Every alluring
Every bloodthirsty
Every rummy look
Open and prolific from day one
Reinvented and reincarnated
After each swan song
It’s seen every shade of sky
From galaxy to Galaexy
As time would fly
Capturing and recording
Every ferocious hunt
Every labored and exultant breath
Every innocent
Every well-deserved death
It was there when I was fully clothed
In reptilian scales
Romping with the pack
Swinging tails
The wonders of the universe
Through the windows of many a spaceship
It saw…
Every planet
Every species
Every creature that fell
On that last sanguinary hounding trip
It has looked beyond the obvious
Seen heaven and hell on and off your earth
Marveled at the “relativity”
Under the emerald dirt
It can see between your world and theirs
Identify the shadows
And the multiple spheres
It was there when my hair was long
When it was blonde
When it was brown and red
When a pharaoh's great crown
Adorned my regal head
It has gazed upon the great
Nebuchadnezzar
Smiled upon an old friend-foe
The nefarious Lucifer
It’s been there seen all that
Recording every stroke
Every building block
The otiose fields of yellow, gray and green
The miracles and atrocities it has seen
No trigger required
It's the ultimate killing machine
You are one of those who can
Look beyond what and where I am now
One of the few
Who can with a glance unravel
A traveler’s fabled and well hidden chronicle
And so I…
Know why
Know what they want to see…
Putting aside the obvious “dressing”
And the acrimonious history
You simply want an unguarded look
At the “eye” of my storybook
Eff Them All!
Tell the cellar dwellers and the gypsies
Those readers with the mind to see
The ones with gifted and limited access to the Tree
There are many, many leaves
But only "One" Root
I & I
Storied Eye
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