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As if two eyes weren't enough I began to depend on the all seeing eye like seeing eyes
Sometime after another my visions faded and I was 'binded' by the sight of sun
The sight of son had me inviting sun as if I was bathing in his appearance like a reflection of self in still water
My good eye eyes the light so I wait til' the peek of the day where we can play hide and seek only to marvel at his shadow
In a days (daze) I can see clearly now, rainbows as he scribbles in the sky not knowing which crayon fits the description, thunder storms as he pouts in the skies, blindly wondering, wandering where two eyes went, scattered showers as a torrential downpour of pain bursting through the birth canal of Mother Nature, sunshine when finally he realizes I see him as I always have; a conception before conceivable
My third eye you are all seeing, as a Roman numeral you are third being, from Father Time to shining sun I've adored you since the day begun
