there is always something in the eyes
deep, involved

you could miss it if you blinked
there, beneath the surface
a tempest
a tornado, you said
how can you see that?

how can you, you don't know me?
yet you saw it,
you see it
it is there, it exists
as if the world has stopped turning
you keep it spinning
while i remain caged


Kenny said...

Wow...very deep. It's one of those posts that you get something new out of it every time you read it.

~m2~ said...

kenny, thank you. i love poetry, should probably take classes. stream-of-consciousness writing can only go so far :)