What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?
We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.
This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and consumer-trodden streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.
But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
What is it about loose eyelashes
That prompts wofty wishes;
Are they heaven’s kisses
In disguise?
We all want to lift our eyes
Above the cloak of disguise
Even if it may compromise
The facade, and authenticity’s surprise.
This world is concrete;
In Western buildings and consumer-trodden streets,
In the here-and-now, we can flee
And dismiss lofty things as absolute.
But we are meaning-makers,
We are constant risk-takers.
We are pursuers for magic’s sake,
And may our quest we foolheartedly take.
What do you do when you see free eyelashes? Anything? Nothing? It is curious our daily practices.
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