- Vol. 09
- Chapter 12
The Third Eye
The faces got funnier as you moved up
Or more farcical, depending on
Which side you stood.
The tree of foolishness they called it
It would sprout new faces
In the dead of autumn
And shed them
When the season
Changed for the better.
Face upon face upon face
Speaks of an evolution gone astray, from cynical to ludicrous:
Swimming against the tide
Was no joke at other times
But in the post-this and the post-that world
It created a stir, a blip on the screens;
The three-eyed god waking up in a new age
Where wonder is dead and awe sold by the second.