cecille

she lived inside an eyeball
that was rolling down a hill
wore spectacles and monocles
and her name was cecille

she could see you coming
for a hundred miles or so
but if you asked her why
she would return the answer no

her symbol was the eyball
her catchphrase was "i see"
surveillance was her hobby
and the dark her agony

sound and smell and touch, she thought
each was a senseless frill
she wore a dress of contact lens
and her name was cecille