Pineal Eye
Behind thine eyes there hides in thy mind,
A pine-shaped thing that sits atop the spine.
Glowing in the evening like a worm or firefly,
It grows in the dark, yet it shrivels in the night.
Feel upon the fore of your head the pounding pulse,
Of its beat with the heart, both contract and convulse.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2017
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