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© July 5, 2007, Roy Stucky

Between all the puppets asleep on their feet
Emerges awareness of eyes that I meet.
Exchange of perception leaps free of the crowd
Like lightning that jumps from the ground to a cloud.

Pardon my staring
But I recognize your bearing.
Pardon my regard
Where your psyche has been scarred.

Most men are dead to the vital dimensions -
Seeing no trace but the shadow projections.
Others are blinded by shallow intentions -
Seeing no deeper than feeble reflections.

Pardon my knowing
Why your eyes are nearly glowing.
Pardon my gaze
Over top of this maze.

The souls that rise above the throng
Have hearts awake to Heaven's song.
One look reveals they don't belong
Where zombies tramp a world gone wrong.

The sleeper stream that's flowing by
So rarely seems to wonder why
When people pass who meet his eye
The watcher's joy can make him cry.

Pardon my knowing
Why your eyes are nearly glowing.
Pardon my glance
But I recognize the stance.
Pardon my sharing
The expression you've been wearing.
Pardon my gaze
Over top of this maze.

 
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