I entered, and she raised a quizzing
brow,
A smile or sneer perhaps - I could not see,
Beyond the penetrating grasp of now,
This captured instant essence soul of me.
So would
she find some pleasure in this gift?
Some faint sensation that I might arouse?
Or would my words only be cut adrift,
A flickring light she'd summon just to dowse?
The blind
watchmaker does not care at all,
He sets me off along my fated path,
He winds me up to win or just to fall,
But who knows who will laugh the final laugh.
Too blind,
too blind to ever hope to see,
Whatever will become my destiny...
Andy
Morley July 10th 2007