[?7hPeering Eyes


Malleable figures stood

and into the archway they looked.

Staring steadily with their tearing lashes,

Between the cracks of sterile hallows,

the lightning looks.

From the corner of our lives,

They flash.

Undressing our dreams with their states.

Oh! Until the grasp they posed remained,

Fermenting in the darkness.

œiterature by Stoner