Monday, November 28, 2011

Eyes

Wild grass line the twin pools
so shallow the water, it seems silly
that the depths of the Soul reflects in them.
A blinking mouth that spews your darkest secrets.

Fluorescent sewage floats near the surface
blue, green, hazel and brown; A beautiful mirage.
The purest is the blackness of still water.
Sincerity, wickedness, nothing is visible for deduction.

When another glimpse their countenance reflected,
the proximity alone suggests intimacy.
Even distant stars nestle in these pools;
where Love and the Universe swim together.

Instruments for perception, allowing 
concrete basis for this mad reality.
When looking into a mirror
who is it that you see?

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