eye poem

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eye poem

i, Crowing out to no crowd
signals out-bound
slow but out loud
through a miniportal
porthole round
iClouded bi-normal
iCurtain playing iFound
my sacred choral
eye in the sky, iDesert
dry, and I lonely too,
iCold too, moving
like a fire scorching manic by me

too soothing I.

 

 

 

by Jim Aldrich

Dedicated to Wain Jordan.

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