EYE
A cluster of red-rimmed orbs
admonishes me from
the depths of a looking glass,
an aggregate of Cyclops,
intaglios of Tartarus on
my too thin skin.
Every gasping, gaping gash
gazes in wonderment
through light years at greater
eyes, its pangs sparkling
in each liquescent crystal.
In these swathes of ancient
beauty, in this distant
dominion of divinities littered
with many-eyed monsters'
childish prayers, our seers
sought the Infinite.
I count my blessings, these
wounds that see farther
without, deeper within, than
the sighted globes my mother's
womb seeded with life.
Elsewhere, in this wreckage
of sinew and bone
dancing upon the edge of a
carousel of blades,
gleams the locus of the Eye
that witnessed the
birth of Truth.
admonishes me from
the depths of a looking glass,
an aggregate of Cyclops,
intaglios of Tartarus on
my too thin skin.
Every gasping, gaping gash
gazes in wonderment
through light years at greater
eyes, its pangs sparkling
in each liquescent crystal.
In these swathes of ancient
beauty, in this distant
dominion of divinities littered
with many-eyed monsters'
childish prayers, our seers
sought the Infinite.
I count my blessings, these
wounds that see farther
without, deeper within, than
the sighted globes my mother's
womb seeded with life.
Elsewhere, in this wreckage
of sinew and bone
dancing upon the edge of a
carousel of blades,
gleams the locus of the Eye
that witnessed the
birth of Truth.
© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum
Image source: edicion-cys.com
Artist: Vladimir Kush
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