Eye
The all seeing, inverted, eye,
Is neutered in its gaze,
For only, now, it sees inside
This psychologic haze,
As writhing thoughts and lit anew
Bright shining ones pass by,
The seeing eye in thoughtfulness
Is lost to endless’ wide.
In those fields of abstract beings,
Sight must be restored,
‘Though if it can, and whether yet,
The answer might be naught.
This harsh environ to the eye,
With pity it has caught,
Entangled in its nothingness,
Then to the ground it brought.
However, like a dream – a glimpse
Of truth has now been taught,
And as is due, the eye reverts
With sight as ever broad.