and folded a paper bird that
tightens and contracts,
folding into itself,
as it shrinks and becomes a
dense compacted ball
it turns WHITE
white as light
as the
white
in
the
eyes
of a
black
s
p
a
c
e
s i tt i ng,
waiting,
in a huge, cavernous room
with no light.
except the white
eyes
as white
as the
white
in the
eyes
of a
white
eye
in space
oh WAIT
those are stars
on your scars,
that stretch in every direction
as far
as those white
eyes
percieve.
are you being? or have you been,
sitting, waiting,
MY eyes are open, comepletely unaware of my surroundings.
have you found me?
Suddenly a bolt sears the skyline
it's my line
my white stars
shining eyes
searing scars across
s p a c e
here's the place!
you shouted pointing in each direction
there's nothing but
light on the horizon
the sun
and the moon
are
harmonies, out of tune
coming soon!
i shout back but my words only crack on the surface
of
mirrored reflections
perceptions
just another horizon
of stars
bright blinding stars
bleeding their light
on your faces
as traces of
the dust thats in s p a c e s
of floorboards
floating orb
wards in
floor
boards
what you find
life or lime
in the morgue mores
more's more
and there's
more
where you left it it's
right there on the floor
in the dust
makes up
space - es,
and stars,
make up face- es.
spaces?
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