Saturday, June 21, 2014

Eye

from Change in the Wind







I am.

Eye is
organic,
watching itself in the mirror, panic
constant refocus and sibling resistance,
reluctant concession
of  another’s
Existence.

Eyeball - not crystal ball,
murky
sight bound by maternal tomb,
in every black holed iris
a galaxy’s womb.
                                                               © niall oconnor 2014



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