Eyedology
Eye was wrong for years attending to the flesh desires so certain of mye motives and the price became too dearly done the death of loved ones. The monkey justifies his every move it falls under the heading of self preservation and survival. Meat to eat and clothing to stay warm when rain is falling from the sky is falling down. Shelter so temporary yet so needed. Cardboard boxes from the dumpster for the poor a corner dry in box the rain fell for far too long for three days and nights the box was home. When the thing was done and eye could safely be away the only thing left of box was that corner sheltered mee. All the rest of it the rain had beaten down in a bizarre paroday of a home. Eye cared for box not once just let it stand in rain and entered in the corner eye became. Eye melded to the dry eye became a cardboard box at least a part of something like a womb so nice and warm. A purist is a crazy Mon just getting wet he cannot think he cannot act or live in dry corners of a box. He walks in rain he gets so wet he says stupid things like it’s raining so eye have to get wet he is scared to get dry to become the part of box that eye was. Perhaps it was a dream and eye was never rally there for it was a long time ago in the past of bitter bark when apples were sour and pealing away all hours ringing on the roadside get a heavy load and join eye. When the mother and the younger brother of a man has died there is no more reason to call home or visit them inside has died. Eye still find that when eye vacantly debride the depressed areas of heart the cardboard eye become. Eye am the dry corner in the rain the three days coming down the lump of shadow left outside and taking shelter where it’s found. The plastic clothing hastily gathered to foil the freezing temperatures to keep the wet away to play one more day the in and out dry in a corner out and then back in then when it’s finally over we can gather leave the shelter it’s no matter. Eyedology will win.
