Focus: This Picture (V)

It’s enough to have hands
and still not pick a fight.
The eyes can unsee
tears made from God’s eyes.
The world is mind, the world is mind.

breathe into a sleep, I’d find you there
close your heart, I will tickle you.
I’d feed you less sense
you have borrowed my child nonsense.
The world is mind, the world is mind.

Abracadabra
I’m a muse in your music
I rhyme with the magic that makes your heart beat quick.
The world is mine, my flies are your files.
The world is mind, The world is mind.

Ruddapoet