the quiet silence of the passing observer

ever noticed that quiet passer-by
how his eyes
lays waste
in silence?

Why does not that stranger use words to diffuse his passing glint?
Why am I accosted by the look
conferring upon
a judge
a burden
to my eyes?
Do I cause also the same with my still stare?
Does my espy instill bareness to the rock bottom of their souls as well?

Being watched
quiet silence
what regions of my ens
are you to lay a hammer of justice
and for whose reckoning?

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