some
souls
always
have
one
eye
open
even
during
the
deepest
of
sleeps
or
darkest
of
narcotic
black-outs
that
is
why
some
souls
are
ancient
even
when
the
body
is
young
that
one
bottomless
eye
swallows
the
world
24/7/365
&
that
is
why
some
murder
their
own
body
to
shut
that
lid
on
that
bottomless
eye
for
good
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.
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