A Daunting Manifestation of the Human Eye

We dare not look! We dare not stop! We dare not ponder! Beyond the skin, to a humdrum is a no man’s land, Build and soothed by the malevolence of such a spellbinding hand, Forging us, shaping us, Building us, soothing us and molding us, Is the potter and his evil hand, Until, Until we are part of his clan. Until, until he has prevailed in his nightly plans. It’s but a satins eye, that’s stirs the malicious fire, And he the potter, with hot vivacious stick adds life, To such a vigorous Fire, never to tire. Until, Until we are part of his clan. Until, Until he has prevailed in his nightly plans. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~M.M.M