A Poet's Eyes

Seeing — Unseeing the words drift away far into the current of what’s left to say Passing my cortex and into the void where blind recognition awaits to destroy Familiar or foreign once stopped in their tracks new meaning escapes with no looking back The Poet’s eyes squinting as light filters out transcendence recaptured ascendance remounts Through slivering darkness a vision appears and mocking the order old images clear Those words once discarded reform juxtaposed through eyes resurrected — released from the flow (Septa R5: July, 2024)