Saturday, December 18, 2010

Macula Lutea

You make the good mirror blue.

The way you look at specifics without actually looking:

spidery vessels, pictographs of the world, human gestures & undulations.

I know - is not completely naked - a dazzling of war, as it was, the results of a tourist who invents god. & I go home devoid of His light.

I see the yellow-bellied grackle as a thorn in all the hidden places, & it may be feeding the black for it is almost as tender as the fear of injury. What's ears before the voice screeches doubt that you are in my eyes?

Also known to conflict with the line of sight

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