Sometimes her eye grows into a spy instrument
it can't help itself, but turns on its inner camera
spying on everything alive it sharpens its scope
one hand in another hand, lips seeking other lips
a heart shaped target for love somewhere out there
all of it seen and snapped for posterity
kept for everybody who likes THE TRUTH verified
A pity that it doesn't see itself spying
what a picture that would be
a sharpened eye focused on lives and loves
as sharp as a burning glass when in company
but very, very lenient on itself
dulled by selfishness it turns blind
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