Max Ernst and the Black Glass Eye
When the cold-blooded world looks down on you
with its big cold black-glass eye.
Don't cry- simply offer it your best Cheshire smile.
With your pastel hand, grab that second-hand hammer
Give that cold black glass eye an awakening.
A first-rate smack.
Pick up the pieces of its cross-eyed calamity
Fashion it into a midnight mosaic in a Max Ernst dream.
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