The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated with end.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson, Circles
I do not know where I am
nor by extraction where you
are in relation to me
other than someone else
.
when I look at you you become
the object of my sentence
a reference toward action
that is wholly defined in me
.
my eye contains the complexity
deep within the oyster’s pearl
layer upon layer’s luster
shines with time’s light
.
an accumulation of vision’s
blind devotion to itself
(April 14, 2020)
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