In between dreams
slipping in and out
regenerating
visions cross-pollinate
minds eye
narratives speak
with eyes wide
shut
What becomes clear
in a precise moment
of touch
dissolves as a mere
fixed perception
with eyes wide
awake
Without eyes
we see humble
shapes cast on
our souls
surrender to
illuminated
sights
with hearts wide
open.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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