Eye
by Charles Wright
Insensitive or discreet
In it the passions move
Seeking an entrance
In it the seasons meet
Mosslike with blood
Blended in clouds
The future a certain map
When the lid shuts
It is a reflection
It is a drawplate
The left and the right
Indistinguishable
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
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