Every thought comes and goes. Every second of time comes and goes. Every aspiration comes and goes. Every lifetime I’ve had, it comes and goes. Every second of time, it comes and goes. Every flicker of time, it comes and goes. The watcher watches. And when I move, the watcher watches. When I dance, the watcher watches. When I love, the watcher watches. When I kill and consume the flesh of my enemy, the watcher watches. When I sin of hatred, the watcher watches. When I sin for love, the watcher watches. When I pray to God, the watcher watches. When I blaspheme against God, the watch watches. The watcher watches all the time, and it does not change. It does not move. The watcher watches. And the watcher inside me is what the five watchers perched on the Tree of Life, vulture like, beady eyes and the darkness within them, they watch the watcher within.
The watcher within
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Salvadoran in exile. I am a writer, poet, story teller, performer, and hablador. I am a Toltec survivor. Check out my author page: amazon.com/author/koyote View all posts by Koyote the Blind
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