My mission is to venture, unnoticed,
Deep within the recess of your eyes,
To inspect the optical machines
Housing the machinations
Of your visual world.
I must employ a spy's stealth,
Distract the guarding globes,
And glide with surgical precision
Along the viscous suspension,
To find the doors of perception.
Once inside, I will clinically remove
The lacuna that keeps me from view
And install surveillance that
Indelibly imprints my face and
Triggers your heart's alarm.