CYCLOPS
that
stinking,
stagger-
ing
brute.
holding
fast
all-
ways
to
an
oversize
ego
:;:
One
eye, today
One
I, today
:;:
that
eye, I see
reflected
in
a
fetid puddle
that
I, eye see
reflecting
on
that
stagnate self
until
some knot-
eyed
not I pierces
the
veil of sight
and
self.
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