Beyond the toadstool in my neighbor's backyard, behind the fence that runs so far, open your eyes and what can you see? Only the eyes of Nothing, staring back at me. His eyes so large, take a dive into the earth, follow him down to where his kind does lurk. He will pluck you a rose, clear as ice, frozen in time from below the dirt. No one will love you, you will see; as his eyes, they bore deep into me. How I love you...? Reappear on the surface, where have you been? Why only to the eyes of Nothing and his den.
