The Eye
Two smaller version golf balls, lodged in my head.
A perfectly black circle painted on each.
Observing the movements, they sit quietly,
Adding moisture with its tiny crack within the edge.
It closes the shutters once in a while.
And every two seconds its brittle brushes sweep the area,
Ridding it of anything harmful.
In a deep trance it orbits rapidly, under its blanket.
This is my two smaller version golf balls, lodged in my head.
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