my eye was born in the stirring of the sky a painted ingot fired with the dawn burning at the dam’s early light a dividing wall eroded and a river ran from the zenith a molten composition cast upon the cotton ball sky cooling it cracked in a crinkling with it my arrogance that once…
i see
i see — with the light with each season and my mood, i see differently — my eyes change with the afternoon with the wane of the sun the see a shimmer of skin in the shadows of a a candle my eyes alight inside the twisting fire but in a lens they blink and…
Eye in the Sky
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