It is perhaps the ultimate storybook
Capturing and recording every glance
Every alluring
Every bloodthirsty
Every rummy look
Open and prolific from day one
Reinvented and reincarnated
After each swan song

It’s seen every shade of sky
From galaxy to Galaexy
As time would fly
Capturing and recording
Every ferocious hunt
Every labored and exultant breath
Every innocent
Every well-deserved death

It was there when I was 
wearing reptilian scales
Romping with the pack
Swinging tails
The wonders of the universe
Through the windows of a spaceship
It saw…
Every planet
Every species
Every creature that fell
On the last sanguinary hounding trip

It has looked beyond the obvious
Seen heaven and hell on earth
Marveled at the “relativity”
Under the emerald dirt
It can see between your world and theirs
Identify the shadows
And the multiple spheres

It was there when my hair was long
When it was blond
When it was red
When the pharaoh's crown
Adorned my head
It has gazed upon the great 
Nebuchadnezzar
Smiled upon an old friend 
The nefarious Lucifer
It’s been there, seen that
Recording every stroke
Every building block


The otiose fields of yellow, gray, red and green 
The miracles and atrocities it has seen
No trigger required
It can be, the ultimate killing machine
You are one of those who can
Look beyond what and where I am now 
One of the few
Who can, with a glance unravel
A traveler’s fabled and well hidden chronicle

And so I…
Know why
Know what you want to see…
Putting aside the obvious “dressing”
And the acrimonious history
You simply want an unguarded look
At the “eye” of my storybook

I’m curious
But not recklessly so
It might be doable
Quid pro quo