“Just trust in me,” sang Kaa the snake,
And Mowgli’s eyes grew round as cake;
The boa’s hypnotizing theme
Pled eye-to-eye full contact take.
To look into the eye, I deem,
Requires a strength that’s most extreme
If one expects to keep one’s soul
From getting lost in other’s dream.
For while one keeps the body whole
The soul is bound by one who stole,
With gleam of eye and mind’s heartache,
A bit of life one can’t control.
(Sunday the 13th’s poem borrowed a form used in the “Rubaiyat of Omar Kayyham,” better known as the “interlocking rubaiyat,” and found in a better poem, Robert Frost’s “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening.” I’ll have to try that one again when I have more brain space. Enjoy!)