dead eyes are they with slanting sides,
a vague inflected crevice wry
of sympathy sincere not felt
for human nature’s helpless faults.

But only seems to see being seen
as blinkless cats sit still, serene

with reflective gaze, drawing blank,
or sightless fears in secret rank,

that fail in sight of distant mirror
to glimpse the eye that knows not tears.

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