Clever eyes, clandestine eyes, crude eyes, and curt eyes With all their passions, focus on the peaceful gait of life Poor light, peevish days, and the stealthy pandemonium Hoarse calls to destabilise the half-conscious flow of life A dilettante’s explanation of the nature of existence Feeble fonts are written frantically with the frail hands A space too wide to monitor and even comprehend Enemies emerge … Continue reading It Happens, Eventually