An Eye

An eye

an eye an eye.

Cats eye, oh, at seven.

Lost

lost and found.

Found.

You stare at me

with that shift from left to right.

Was that right?

Did I do this right?

This in my womb

my catacomb.

This cats eye watches me.

These cats eyes.

Your cats eyes.

Right to left.

You left.

And all I know,

is that I don’t know.

And that’s a song I heard

past seven.