Eyes by Alex Diederich HONO R AB LE M E NT IO N With these eyes I feel oceans run warm, tides breaking waves upon my skin, Only rearing its seafoam silver face behind quietly closed doors. I watch a screen flickering between static and a thousand nameless faces, Catch glimpses of other lives, other times, and occasionally the dark shadow reflected just behind. I peer endlessly through panes of crystal in stunning color and array. Yet while the sunlight streaming in is cheerful, I look down and see only cloud and sky. I read a hundred words in a hundred different places, each more morbid than the last, And still, remain detached, as if it all goes away the moment my eyelids close. I gaze on hollow sights among the city’s blinding lights, and at times it feels as though the clock has stopped. But at last, as I set down to sleep, and can hear only the buzzing of lonely flies, I lay and reconcile with the mind behind the eyes.
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