I feel these eyes
rolling about in my skull
aimless as they are they still move
turning and adjusting
as if to hold a gaze
but the years of distraction have removed the capability for interest
constant shifting has rendered the pupils dead
without sight I can still tell that yours are the same
as those that came before you
the dead eyes en masse
we enter a sea of bodies that pretend to be steered by the eyes
but it is a herd of blind being led by hunger
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