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The All Seeing Eye
Within the shadows still more questions lurk.
Just what did that infra-red sensor see?
Was it some demon of the id at work
Or a shade split from it's mortality,
Creeping in with a fresh maritime mist
Seeking revenge for ancient offences
Or longing for some prehistoric tryst
To reawaken it's long dead senses?
Mark it, THERE, moving by the patients bed
A vague form of certain locomotion
Shifting through death and past the optic sped
Beyond the eyeballs ocular ocean.
Oh what could be more strange and scary
Then the midnight fog of old Brush Prairie?
Just what did that infra-red sensor see?
Was it some demon of the id at work
Or a shade split from it's mortality,
Creeping in with a fresh maritime mist
Seeking revenge for ancient offences
Or longing for some prehistoric tryst
To reawaken it's long dead senses?
Mark it, THERE, moving by the patients bed
A vague form of certain locomotion
Shifting through death and past the optic sped
Beyond the eyeballs ocular ocean.
Oh what could be more strange and scary
Then the midnight fog of old Brush Prairie?
Published 27th Aug 2022
Author's Note
From too much time on the security cameras on June 11th, 2018
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