Saturday, February 11, 2017

There are a great many things remain unsaid
The time and place just are not intended exclusively
Like when you catch a certain glint
in anothers eye
one you know
is inside yourself
shiny like marble polished


In the event that death has blurred your vision
It stays
1,000 yards away
through lead walls
in and out of others
Not a spark
or shine
but a polish that does not catch light
one seen by only shared harbor's

My eyes have seen sight shared
gazed an empty shadow of luster chiseled by the devil himself
For I see hell in your eyes
Reflecting sorrowed surprise

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