O he cast his ceaseless gaze on the young below
Pretends to read the paper and goes back to his hearts focus
For in no other place in the body than the heart can a sick child hide
without reprimand from the mind
The Windows are cleaned daily
Housemaids would notice his eyes, so he kept them on the streets
everyday he looks down through the park eyes scanning the green for sunbathers
He sits window side all day and night watching
Soon the windows to the mansion became eyes
and the neighborhood knew it
The man was no longer human just a freakish voyeur
And the Mansion was the tower looking down on the town
In the shade from inside his mansion he would observe the world
Like an alien from a U.F.O
Like a sick child from a hospital window
Lipreading, following, predicting, willing, curiously desiring to be down there.
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