The Big Eyes

Be it day or night ever open it is; growing dark or bright, The big eyes never cease. Seeing all is Her might, loosing not Her glance in the breeze but only come to ireful weeping fright for any drying sea. Saints doth make it bright, standing upright to their service, all is but open to Her sight; excluding not the secret phiz. Something doth keep me straight for bad upcoming peels off, all like peels of yam and free I always be as overflowing water. What a revealer the BIG eyes is! As slumber rides in man, Never does it ride the BIG eyes for they're but contrasts; division of flesh and spirit. The sun shines to the earth, In open and secret it does; The tranquil breeze breathe breath to earth whistling a bit of the BIG eyes. White and black deeds she sees The bounty of actions from head to toe; why do we not with conscience live all going ipso facto.