Allseeing Eye

You Leave Your Shed

Weaving Icy Webs

Of Cosmic Threds

Ask Directions

And Solid Pennies

Must Lit The Molten Stars

Before They Vanish

Impatient Soul

A Spark That Passed

Into A Diamond Blur

Of Eons Lost

And Underneath

The Universal Will

Someone Counts The Loss

Of The Imbecill