Written March 21, 2020

what do you think about
in the darkness of the morning?
you search for eyes to speak to
imagine a world in which 
stars could fall freely 

glass spares no reflection
the eye is convoluted
it tells refracted truths
fluid like water
it speaks in the tongue
unspoken
wallows gold in shifting dunes
sinks into the night
tender with darkness
ask it to listen
it stares
you know the words it whispers 
summon stardust  

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