Eyes

Appearing quite still

Luring shadowy swarms

Notions in motions

 Unintended free forms

For they are the rivers

Pouring into our minds

Ravenous for traces

Extracting all kinds

Worlds bound in theatre

Immersed in a script

Enchantingly random

Each draft well equipped

Some dislike the converge
Laying blame on the eyes

Thoughtless blind puppets

Winning stores of supplies

These vanguards of visions

Where light fights the mind

That struggles with images

Neither cold nor unkind