The Origin of all..
The Eye that sees.
Not what’s
in front of it..
but rather
simulations
masked
as dreams.

If only that
I had The Will
to gouge it out.
Alas, my fingers
cannot reach
that deep into
its darkness..
it’s within..
The Eye..
it cannot be..
without..

Unblinking stares,
triangulating
my position,
from their orbits,
in deep inner
space.

As I translate
my private thoughts
into semantic salad
out of chopped up
turns of phrase.