Lines, In Colour, Plain Or Thought Poem by Tanathica

Lines, in colour, plain or thought
Looking twice from eyes and eyes
Look from eyes that glower brightly
The view from the window changing, slightly
In time in fatigue the opacity changes
Eyelid wall of your vision's ranges

Look, the wall, the wall, the wall
Yellow white, blue grey, and black
If not a window than a wall
They differ mildly (if at all)

Siren song removing doubt
Static fugue within and out
Or a weak man's flesh that makes
A mantra, and his last redoubt

Silent. Creep. The walls have ears
Not as well known they have mouths too
To brag to corridors of fears
And try to echo something true

Quiet! Damn! They must-not-know
The seeds you own but do not sow
It's enough for a knife to be seen in hand
To earn you a murderer's reprimand

I know, I know, your temples throb
Buoyancy is a taxing job
Is…is that a different view?
Anyone else see something new?

Look, from the window…quick! By the wall!
They almost saw you, eyes and all
But you live what you stand to lose, so stay
They don't look up much anyway