Eyed-lined Discrepancies

5 now: The quality of your eyes is hereby disputed!

So you know... A minute passed...

The most over used emblem of happenstance.

Contemporary poetry, gag me please.

Time… Time, time, time, timie-time-time-time—puke

What did you expect; shades next, colors maybe?

What then; black, darkness, shadows again?

I don’t really agree with anything you said.

Your eyes are in dispute and they’re IN  your freaking head

You said some damn stupid color

Maybe a mixture with timed variances of them.

Mixtures. Something fancy, something normal, certain matches can be found in nature.

Bullshit! 

I can see the whole horizon in them

Nothing less than the full-world’s reflection

There not small just far away

Fuck your skewed facial space-relations

I’ll see whatever the hell I want

Beautiful no doubt

Timeless and in due course

Feelings and shit. That’s the implication aint it?

Your eyes are in dispute

You’re on notice!

I can’t claim to know what you use them for

But I know best what they are doing

Orbs, nothing more, the sight of heavenly orbs floating above an angel's voice. 

Sure, they hold mystery and offer interpretive freedom, a splintered religion, but they’re not so plain that they can be matched by any grain of wood

You said they were some damn stupid color or something

Your eyes are in dispute, they’re something else, they stand alone

Nothing comparable in nature can be found A crayola zenith as they’re like it all and in between, you know that space between atoms? There the unyielding attraction, universal glue. Reason, Fusion. Matter.

So when someone else asks: What color are your eyes?

maybe you should think to say: They are like nothing else you'll ever see for the rest of you life...