How can you comprhend
the line of a hand
in the eyes of a poet
of shape
And figure
what happens in there
what comes from within
to mysify
that which is without.
In the hands of art
I would like to be the pencil
carresed
into placement of
lines so fine
like coming
just once
and
going blind
All In A Eye
And A
Line
That goes out to every Suicide Girl out there...