Net
Plunging latitudes and longitudes
Draw close
Bulging net of lines
Contain the world
Within the squirming mass of eyes
Peering out or in
Dead eyes look far
Cast no reflections of their own
Upon the gazed landscapes
The labyrinth of eyes
Is a looking-glass mirror of cloned selves
Looking back
Native desire to find edges
Drives the flapping motion away
In the midst of,
Constant confusion and belonging
Am I driving deeper,
It does not matter
The edge is all around
~I will pass, through the heart of mass~
Exit, frozen upon the event horizon
In twisting glory
As the passing Sun
Explodes upon my line
All across
Copyright © James Kennon | Year Posted 2015
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