Accurate Definitions of the Third Eye

The third eye, my third eye,
Divinitive, but not profound.
Raises questions on each sound,
Tampers with sensorial committees,
It then also wanders past the platform.

There’s no say in what it catches,
Beneficial, only in divine proverbial form,
Works the Second Eye to orchestrate, deform.
Loses little composition in a rainstorm.

The dimwitted and dimwitched ought to comprehend,
There is no room for analytic thought to mend.

Primordial dances, those’ve been all figured out.
Soups in flesh, in active and in drying flesh.
There’s no say in what it catches,
Third eye dances unobserved and wíthout figure.

Reasonables say, how’d you know without’ving caught it?
They don’t know, it’s the Third Eye that’s speaking.
It reaches t’ward the lines that hold the soup,
Intersecting and intangling, a circlish loop.

Sprouting and receiving, messages of yield and the alert.
Host can never comprehend, as said before, the logic torn.