Eye
1 / eye 2
I am a soft
braille
transcription of
spoken blade
light’s
serpenting through irises’
thousand serrations
sunken novae
a sublime hurt
for every decibel of
thought the
sketched brain machinal
its hum
this non-dance watch
I am going to cut you
(which is the hardest step)
bleeding will be
contrapuntal your reasons
your choice I thank you
for seeing my need to replace your crystal
balls
in advance red
wrists and digits riddling its convex conjure
tongues spill over
chin and breast in
refute too full
your body
as though the world crawls from
it a world
I’ve no interest to see
where exists such an I that to be
seen is to brand
your flesh: think pink
unrecognizable the body once one then two
think my flesh: see pink cells
the body filming itself
think Pavlovian windows
action inside a harnessed reaction
to the show fluids
color the
reels mere shadow lies
never miss a curtain
of stars red-shifting only after
calling none of this is act
the body’s fleeting memory
is you the world
will
matter least once man is restored
is an eye before
achieving vision
a stage
inchoate beginning
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