warning of the watching

This is your warning of my eyes

As I am the person you can count on to be watching.

This is your warning of my ears,

Because you should know that I am listening.

Know that with my deeply enrooted analysis of facial expression,

Back to the primal times of thought and figure -

I can see if something is wrong.

I can read minds.

Countering the oozing wounds that we paste up and plaster over

Another layer to the porcelain mask makes it too heavy

P.E.R.F.E.C.T

If not Eaten alive and Pretending,

If not Reacting and Forgetting how to forgive

The simple Classification of Emotion as only result of Trauma

The making of it all; invalid.

Bewildering, how I am the foreigner who does not remember old language,

Who is uncomfortable in the presence of new tradition..

The thinking of trees and colour and art;

Our preciousness for vulnerability making us weak?

I would have figured you knew to elaborate when I asked you who you look up to...

Enthralling is not how I see it; your quivering at the sight of your God becoming impatient.

Hm.

Centuries overdue and what was left?

The weaker thinkers conquering the exotic.

What you preach to the Heavens as the marches come,

Think of it and murmur,

"What a dark place we survive;

Let it never be us. Lest it forever, ever

be them"

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