Here's looking at looking

In the back of the mirror a curtain
drops into place and becomes still.

   During the sacrifice the thicket shakes.
   The hidden god is hungry.

A shadow blows across the face of heaven
blotting up the light of stars.

   The clot of blood tangled in your blind spot.
   Eyes glisten across a crowded room.

The face you kiss in the dark
you cannot see until you turn away.

   Thoughts too close to think about.
   Evasive floaters twist in the bright sky.

The reaction not the event.
Drag the sunset through a drainage ditch.

Guilford, 2008

Weblished: 8 July 2008, 01:23

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