The Green Eyed Being

The Green Eyed Being

Where has "your" soul gone or "your" mind?

Where has "your" flesh gone or those beautiful green eyes?

What about that stutter or twitch? Why do "you" speak so properly?

"Your" purity sickens me. Where has "your" coarseness gone?

What engulfs "your" being? Who has repossessed "you"?

I can't hear "your" heart anymore; "you" look very pale, "you're" shaking with fever.

What would Karl say or the man who longed for "renunciation"?

Maybe they were wrong but then why are "you" still shaking with fever? "You" are undistinguished.

Have "your" eyes never set sight on the moon? Is the light all "you" have ever seen?

Or maybe darkness has knitted a lifelong cloak for "you"?

"You" applaud when someone speaks and can't understand the understanding.

Can "you" see past "your" own reflection? Do "you" no longer have peripheral vision?

"Your" faith is strong I can feel it but I can no longer make out any of "your" features.

"You're" looking ever paler; are "you" sure "you're" ok? Oh how man now loves "you".

But do "you" love yourself? Can "you" sit in solitude and lust after every lonely second?