Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix, "Cyclops-Introspective.".
THAT THING IN YOUR EYE, that irritation which by morning will bleed onto your cheek, might be a "Guilt", might be a freak; ya never know Nature's throw-a-way, a Planet-COMET to destroy all we know, the NYC skyline, the ruins of Rome, piss off your cats & dogs, obliterate your home?
That thing in your EYE, an UN-Seeing Gig that riddles your Mind, yet a light in the fog, borne by irritation, a ragtime tune where fun-foot-dangling don't quite make the grade, white, yellow, black man whose SCIENTIST gonna come UP with a hand of Spades or Natures Old Man? -Moses, Allah, the local JU-JU-Man. oR the old gal in the village who will bandage your wound. "I've heard it said!?" Some SOULS can be saved?...
There's a lotta WISDOM out there. It just doesn't come in the ECCONOMY size.
That THING, that grit in your EYE your Momma wipes away gently with a towel. People/tribes in other towns/villages got their own elixirs and they DO wanna help out., what to DO with a GRIT in your eye?
Suffer-suffer old men sing. No worries we sail into eternity. We leave that catechu IN your eye. Neither blind nor seeing. That thing in your eye. A CYCLOPS witness. A Ulysses & his buddies passing by.
c.2025. dave delacroix.
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