Foreigner’s Eye.

The dearest of fellows and the hardest of marshmallows.

One eyed and blinking or one eyed and almost asleep?

Those were the thoughts that first came to mind when I saw the one eyed orcas.

If we knew souls could be trapped within an eye, we wouldn’t have let them into our world.

But they came one eyed, and with eyes for hands.

They came looking like our fingers couldn’t resist running through their boneless skin.

But really, tales were told that although they came looking frightening your soul couldn’t help but wander through and into their one eye.

If we knew our souls would be stolen for looking into their soulless bodies we wouldn’t have sold our souls.

Kaine always did scream: “the signsand clues are always here.”

Always did look as though he was fathered by a mad man,

His best skill: making the insane seem fit for conversation.

But really, the signs were always there:

Over the mountains of Nazca; the land sliding of the Stonehenge; wisdom and knowledge supplies in the Misr.

If you know nothing about temptations, temptations were buried in the delight of having to sell our souls;

spinning without fear of burning in an everlasting blaze?

cat walking with the head of Horus gracing one with the demeanour to carry on spinning?

T’was the things preachers forebode that we did sell our souls for.

The signs were always there.

If you’d been sharpening the edge of your ears to listen, you’d know that when the stars were out and curtains were drawn, men spoke about the end of our planet,

But in the brink of daylight did mad men scream that our planet was never ending, only the souls of its inhabitants were.

To be and not to have will. We thought we sold our souls; in truth, they were stolen from us and we had no more free will. We were to be and not to have will.

If you know nothing about oxymorons, know that believing in the existence of a god granted believers priority to sell what was left of their souls, again.

If you know nothing about imprisonment, know that t’was the believers who were ever eager to sell their souls and live in the oblivion that they did have a choice.

The last days were over, the people were no more and the signs were ignored.

If I knew spinning was promised forever I would have prayed to these one eyed demons to end the world sooner.

r.e