Miss Bleary Eyes

Hello, Miss Bleary Eyes,

Are you still searching for those long lost spies?

I never took you for the type to spend that much time,

On things like me, on twisted minds.



As it’s all a ghost or a pawn or some simulation,

Don’t speak to me, I’m below, I’m a lonely simulacrum.

My brain could send me any signal and it’d somehow be a Bible,

Don’t leave words in the worlds between us, I wouldn’t last, I’m only someone scribal.



This place isn’t real,

You know that, you’ve seen the billboards, dew glistening ethereal.

We’ve grown to the brink of the easily explained,

You’ve got the keys, Miss Bleary Eyes, let us free– we are all the Chained.



What is time?

Older than me, older than you, older than monkeykind.

Life outside the lines.

Tell me, please, can you view your own mind?



You, Miss Bleary Eyes,

Perhaps you were the one I was (we were) meant to find.

The sound of the sewer is louder if you’re tucked behind the muffler.

Out of sight, out of mind, you’re here, you’re still a sufferer.



We can all agree the system’s broke.

Perhaps it is you we must save for our machine to release its smoke.

If all is relative, if nothing changes course, why not try for the hell of it?

Come on, up and at ‘em, if you’ve got nothing to lose, then take the gambit.



You know so much, Miss Bleary eyes, you know so little.

Don't let that stop you, you can join the rest, it’ll never be your father’s far spun riddles.

It’s terrifying, awe invoking, would force a lesser being back into nothing,

But it’s reality, you’ll take that any day, it’s inscribed into the essence of your wiring.



But now, onward bound, we Freed face the rising sun.

Tomorrow will be different, tomorrow we will run.

For now, however, it’s you I turn to face,

Miss Bleary eyes, you’re more than them, more than yourself; darling, you’re spun of lace.