Monday, April 20, 2015

NaPoWriMo - day twenty


some say the body will last forever.
the skin sensitive to every state,
the eyes always open

scanning the horizon,
piercing the sky,
glimpses of heaven -

that glorious shivering fan
full of sun, moon, stars.
the eyes of the universe

on us, your eyes
searching for my eyes,
blinded by glory -

our own meager glory.
here is the vault of heaven
arranged in a vase,

quivering as you walk past -
the hem of your garment,
soft like a feather.

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