The eyes are there again
egging for inspection.
Look me in the face
and lose your muse discretion.

The weight it bears
ill prepared
to flow without repression.
To know there is a place
where the lion sleeps
moans and mimes
the holes, they blind.

Not a thing in mind.........
Get out of my mind.
Out of my mind
something I force....
farce.....
Faust...