An Eye

An eye

an eye an eye.

Cats eye, oh, at seven.


lost and 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.

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