My eye is a star walking,
gazing upon the field.
It is timeless and eternal
Traveling at constant speeds.
It exists in a place and time
Mentioned by my soul,
And through the god of mercy
It is carried on wings of old.
It's purpose is to unfold and learn
To take part in what I see
A gift floating around
which is apart of me.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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