Awake

Awake

My narrowed eyes are under me,
My narrowed eyes are under sea,
My narrowed eyes see
In sweeping gazes much,
Of stars and skies and mud and such,
Of swirling climes and cloven hoofs,
Of whirling crowds and canted roofs,
And how i came to be.

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