Monday, October 26, 2020

Two eyes flicker between disparate suns,
drawn away by the gravity of days.

Fluttering lashes wipe clean double guns,
aimed and re-aimed by my fiery gaze.

Stretched beyond peripheral bounds, I won-
der how each route loops into the same maze.

Behind stone facings, stitching never done,
the mind weaves old threads into a new phase:

Strands twisted infinitely into one;
the curl of smoke emitted by two flames.

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