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August 19, 2002
a watershed vision:
i stare into your eyes and wonder
if the blankness i see
is more you than a reflection of me
wading through rods and cones
and fields of irises
less stylishly
dressed than the lilies and find
the well from wherein
you drink memories of when
i seemed appealing
seeing then how my projected image
returns upside down
in the bending of a spoon
that can catch a falling tear
and crack a mirror’s image
changing perception
to something less than reality
and i withdraw to close my mind’s eyes
so I can see you more clearly