The Eye

A Poem

Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplash

What watchful eye
Further focuses upon itself?
Mankind asleep for millennia
Raucous and unkempt among the dirt,
And trees, and breathing heavily.
Within hurricane and tempest
His being watches,
The unfolding patterns of the self.
In storied dearth,
condemned by modernity.
What livid beast emerges from the dunes
to confront our newfound visions?
Man locked in his own gaze
As the universe observes this new passing
In condemnation and praise.