“Kicking”
Magic words are flowing into your eye.
Every tear, every blink is heard.
It becomes a giant orb.
The winks eventually swim along the drooping lids.
Sadness defines the very approach.
Unique events transform where thought promotes all.
Water leaks into the eye- it gets bigger, and bigger, and bigger.
A spell is put.
Further action is needed behind those curtains.
Vision is blurred from chaotic drifts.
Conditions are met, and, the magic trick does wonders.
Your eye grows: flesh, blood, and spiritual.
How does the eye ever begin to lower?
Blinking reveals the open wound.
Light fits in a good pupil.
Ongoing circumstances prove each source, each wink, each tear.
Rolling drops are smooth to touch where a finger bothers.
Miracles line the field of vision.
We enter the picture we’re made of- eye to eye, head to head.
I pour from a bucket of water above your eye and it receives the love potion.
The eye inflates, grows, and heightens by grace and interest.
Graphical means level off in perfection.
Soon, the eye comes out of your head and becomes another person.
People should meet this collective individual.
A huge gathering follows suit and breaks it open.
Falling elements drip under a living pipe.
Levels are given to stories.
Hair is raised above sea level until your faucet twists like ice.
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