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Raven Skies

I

Brazen eyes into pyres of absence
Set about in stones -
Colonized by distant microbes

Speaking in tongues

Like sun spots into setting suns
Elliptical in the eye.

II

Each thought of stone
Explored in impeccable diligence

Unfurled into a meditation
Examined in revolving components

Seeking the unseen.

III

A traveling wing brings
A trail of icicles

Unraveling in sculptured hyperextensions of things

At my window sill
Speaking from the zero stillness of darkness:

O solitary soul
Inspecting the invisible
Soul a crucible
For the ineffable indivisible

Look into my eye
What do you see?

IV

Into drifts of dark raven skies, I replied:

V

I see�

Me.