«Too greedy to pinpoint others' flaws
Too blind to name ours.»

They shimmer and glimmer.
Unwavering. Too bright.
Millions in each soul.
One bear it shamefully-Hiding their light.
But his he wore too proud.

his blue eyes dance
Upon others' one by one ,
Picking , poking , shouting
One after the other
mistakes he announce
To every blue to laugh at.

Yet his in safety- buried deep down.

Too proud to notice his.
Too easy to cry others'
Pick poke shout
An entertainment he excelled.

The others' easier to magnify, change , purify- hence blossomed each soul around.
Inside too black -flaws ash. They rot.
And so they knock him out.

//11.6.18//