Travel across
one eye
swimming

the back of vision
one there
great sweeping
waves land

I am the mirage
looking back,
the speck in the eye.
The curve of the earth
meets the field of vision.

Walk this world,
blue eyeball,
a tiny life
one fluid drift
a floater
just as forever
is an instant of thought
among others
passing, too.

I see myself in your eye
somewhere there, just a speck
the abyss of mine.

(à C.E.)

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©2006 by Greg Macon