by shaun lawton
the spicules surrounding the eyes
derived from an ever circling
wake of churning whirlpools
adhering to the general tossed about
grand swirling pattern left behind
in the greater scheme that is to say
the ultimate wake of all the galactic
swirling motion of arms in pirouette
a dance whose own recursion high lit
throughout our lives can be reduced
to a single prom night left to shed
its own light off into the darkness
on the border of our dreams in ever
diminishing cascades of rings
expanding through the blackness
perpetuated by the nexus amid
the singularity, that is to say
the endless legion of eyes
the sundry brigade will ever
flourish amid the populace
after one series of eyes opens
and closes another series will
follow suit in a wave of opening
and closing all of its lids
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