These Eyes by Bob MacKenzie Look through these eyes and see what you will see: He stands on the hill looking and sees the city cluster of rainbow boxes breathing demons rising from brick caves clutching at passersby. Thought turns him to the earth trail to the forest beyond. Look through these eyes and see what you will see: Below, a canvas forest magic rock circles incense burning the forest raising roots and creeping to shadows of the hillside: hillside embracing the forest. Look through these eyes and see what you will see: A hand waves. It removes the plastic city and prunes the woven jungle to trees. The hill stands alone a silent monument. He stands on the hill looking down. Look through these eyes and see what you will see: He stands looking on the hill plants growing creatures one side plain the other forest growing creatures In the peace of unmagic. He thinks and drops think to just one life growing creatures plants: thought. Look through these eyes and see what you will see: He stands on the hill looking and sees the city cluster of rainbow boxes breathing. Thought turns him around to the narrow earth trail to the forest. |