Your eye reflects ...

Nothing.
Something.
Everything.

It is a window
   To a body without a soul.
Drifting, empty containers
   Sailing the flow of time.
Adrift in a flood of chaos.
Seeing an empty world,
   Until it dims,
      And dies ...

How tragic.
The tale.
Eye.

Mine eye.

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What u can do with a cellphone cam and an image editor ...

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The rain brought

Thunder and lightning.

Sorrow and tears.

And enough water

To wash away the years.

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A variation ...

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I slither ...

I grope ...

I please ... 

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Water ....

Ascend ...

Into the gathering ....

Then heaviness ...

It falls ...

Rain ...

When will it stop?

 It can't.

Repetition is a holy art.

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