self critical (Remove filter)
Touch The Universe
direct your gaze skyward.
I see your eyes slip through
lens and the light shoot down,
orbit in your twitching
left to right,
left to right
panning light in soft night,
oxymoron of telescope
gathers perception -your feet-
fall here and your stare there
pinned to the pit of ground,
grate your phrase from fireplace.
and divide.
put syllables in pen,
cross out...
Sunday 19th April 2020 9:53 pm
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