my eyes

my might has by its right taken
what pleases it by its good token,
while its brother from a farther side,
needs be, cannot help but chide.

each play their role as we contrive,
but I only need yet the one to drive;
fast forward on through to the infinite,
or with the heart, pulse, seek to radiate.

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