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Her Scrying Eyes
There are
crystal balls where
her eyes should
be. A pair of
placid lakes un-
rippled in a
shower of meteors,
refracting amber
starlight. They are
portals to the
dimensions she keeps,
that she grants
me passage. Scrying
glasses which blink
and shimmer when
she smiles - two hazel
suns that, if you
linger too long, will
draw tears, but you
will see
everything.
Published 31st Jan 2015
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Anonymous
31st Jan 2015 00:31am
Wow! This is beautifuly intense. Nice ink!
31st Jan 2015 1:16am
Eidetic images of currents and streams of words, are you a sailor or a poet i wonder, well met either way. thumb up thumb up
31st Jan 2015 2:45am
Merely a poet, Sir, and I appreciate the kind words either way; peace and health, King!
31st Jan 2015 3:03am
