Eyes, No Notes

Music and conviction
combine to chill a portal
that enters with eyes
to eyes, those eyes,

specific eyes, they have
their twist ties
bent and bent and bent
until the deliberately weak metal

decides to try
freedom from itself.
Broken, the notes play
with more diction than

fiction, the narrator's enunciations
become glamorous incantations
measured by the eyeballs
not at all like

yes those eyes.

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