The Watcher

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There is silence, every time a star screams, somewhere in a lost black hole.

And where the swallow rests, there is anarchy.

So¬† the eagle…roared up in the sky, watching its prey–the snake–the clever snake…

I , watching the eagle watch its prey–watching the watcher, was being watched.

Just silence–and fire and water and air and earth–consume me for i have seen nothing, but seen it all!