the pleasure
one moment
and a breath
dull, aching
is this a reason
to suffer
or does one suffer
the reason?
the response
the attempt to not
in feeling this
blurry line
hidden bliss
what else could there
beyond everything
you’ve known
or ever will
or ever have
or ever had
is the watcher
eyes that never shy
eyes that never close
eyes that only see
what even you
refuse to be
not perfectly
imperfect
no, never that
eyes that only see you
whole
The genius blesses us again! Beautiful. I love the notion of a watcher. It feels like the higher power is a bit apathetic and alludes to it being within. Will ponder this piece! Thank you.