we are the words
always getting the silent treatment
where we od on 3-d
living in the material eye
singing our lilabyes
dying into one divine eye
for wise eyes finish.
dream boat eyes ferrying across
the dharma homeless
eyelighting out for the territory
keep on knocking knowing no one is home
to let: spacious room with no views
becoming one with nothing that's all.
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