25 August 2012

30. curls

around the still body, waits 
for something biting and pure to emerge, draws
closer to the wooden railing, buzzes 
a fly (the wings circling kaleidoscope), Dutches 
to the ear (listening), swells
the pupil (what perfect light), cloaks 
the eye, uncloaks 
the eye (14 frames), follows 
the mirror (the glass reflecting Truth), slides 
past the chokes (the gray cloud stinging).

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