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The devil poked out my third eye

Tried to keep me from seeing the path to the light at the end of the tunnel

But she forgot that the Son of Man resides not in my head, but in my heart

And stands there hand in hand with the daughter of YAH

And, in spite of my internal darkness, they saw the way back to the sadness factory where all third eyes could be taken to be repaired and re-sown

Or maybe even traded, upgraded, and resold

Stories of third eye visions retold

Enlightenment for and from the young and the old.

(Two way streets)

And who’s to say? Quite possibly,

It’ll come back to me.

And when the story of my own undoing

Becomes the doing of my own being

Then oh, ho ho! Bazing!

The “cyclical relationship. . .has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect.”

And the circle of enlightenment

Having become complete

Will form the eyeris to I,

The pupil.

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