Beautiful Eyes

Beautiful Eyes Yin and yang had resolved the conundrum of diametrically opposed promises No longer one sided her receiving end glimpsed into the barrel of a shiny gun Far from being a passive shooting star only her lop side held the heavy metal One hand gently stroking the trigger the other one where the third eye would be Was it her divisions that started the apocalypse of that pleasant oracle of intent Or civil unrest’s cacophony transcribed by all the screaming voices in her head How hollow are spiral’s suggestions when everything points one way only It is only hysteria her usual neurotic malingering perpetual self harming way But when kaleidoscopes of irresistible chaos painted holograms in her mind She resolved third eyes were just metaphors and confusion the basis for change 2017