The Opening Eye

The opening eye

I close my eyes so we might see
the one I’ve always ignored.
They wait there still for us to be
and for our sight to be restored.
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Peeling back my lips
exposing muscle, veins and skull,
now over shoulders, chest, and hips
we shed, and now we’ll mull.
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Layers of armor, useless now,
we will abandon here!
For they weigh us down
and it is time for “I” to disappear.
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Shrugging off these suits of me
a tedious process, yes.
But when we’re done we all shall see
through these eyes that we possess.