It’s strange, the way that ‘I’
so neatly fits into the object
that defines me: in your eye
I find my stage, my self respect,
my audience, my reason why.
But if you close your eyes, reject
me, my performance starts to die.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
In Your Eye
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