get moving

my eyes get moving
along with anything
displays the night, —
(a song, a pic, a story)

gazing at it, looks like
a bazaar of surprises,
blazing many profiles,
(unique, or just so-so)

one of 'em seemed as if,
furtive, it's stalking me;
i even swore were you,
but what to see it wasn't

(equable), i winked at you,
thinking you do the same,
but wasn't time to see,
cos in a wink, night flew

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