the paintdrums of dawn
lie covered while we
think back to past
dark nights in bed
all colors are faded
in rooms without light
even white and black
are seemingly less themselves
our pupils feel like
they're wider than irises
straining against the flesh
which surrounds the eyes
past the reflective surface
there is darkness no
light to illuminate the
inner surfaces of eyes
Sunday, March 22, 2009
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