Poem - The Kind Eye Knows

the kind
eye
knows

either
borrows

yours
compares

many
buys
over
the cell
the black
dagger
raises


who
runs
blindly

up
the blackened
oblivion
the tame
credence
grinds

the old
fist
above
the long
thought

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