My Eyes turned Loose

Fingers drawn in a well of sand,
stirring,
Clearing the clouds from the grain,
peering through time and distance,
Optic nerves drip from my fingertips,
as I cast my hands over the chalice of dust,
Surveying the terrain of a world strange and unbound.

 

 

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