a child's eyes.

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the child's silent, searching stare
suggesting depths beneath the sheen of innocence
delving richness which experience cannot dive into,
placid calm that the turbulent, surging waters of
worldly knowledge cannot demean.

and where we find the truth
is in a simple cusp,
the hollow of a nautilus shell
where a white, enclosing crib buoys up
a fragile truth.
a truth only time, and always time, erodes from childhood's grasp.

a child's wisdom is birthed in a place
(not by swaddling cords of adult embellishment, strangling tight, umbilical.)
but in wombs of emptiness, voids and spaces.
and is provoked, not by experience, but by its very absence
such that no indicting discolouration or bias, shall stain its heart.

the child's adroitness penetrates through filmy layers of insouciance
her eyes are secret slits, knife-edging through superficiality, despite
their compelling, wide-rounded naivete.
a child sees all-
yet blithely, in indifference, casts off all judgement
ignoring the petty adult game of score-keeping
the latter ever seeing, but never perceiving
ignoring the adults, who blindly assume vision without realising their myopia of grudge.

a child sees all,
but as long as childhood remains,
sight is restrained, unarticulated, below the churning surfaces of the deep;
midst-while undercurrents of understanding swirl violently and grow impatient,
waves gather momentum as what is under surges up and forward
to crash upon the rocks in the slurring, slushing white foam outbreak
of cynical adolescence.