It seems the eyes have it . . .
Raptorial,
Piercing through to the soul:
Which is why birds attack the eyes,
Because they know,
Perceive
And cannot bear the striking glance,
The knowing stare.
A blank eye is frightening.
Who knows what connection is being made with the brain,
What opinion is being formed?
Certainly a primordial instinct is at work.
No compassion,
No emotion;
Just being at one with an unfeeling universe
Where the loving God steps aside
And lets us get on with it!

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