Jade orb, lost amidst the morning shuffle, drowned in the days old puddle
Debris floating past your spying camera obscura lens, exit wounds in the reflecting sky
Cerulean diffusing film and silver dusted chemtrails to block out the burning white light
That would surely give away your sunken duck and cover
What does my world look like from your outside point of view?
Do you read the stories staining my fingers as I skip your depths?
Have they a new shape through the wind rippled slick?
A scaly prism trick of the eye, you become a momentary amber whip of skeletal fin
Unseen in your murky bed by pedestrian peripheral views
The short to live pooling eye of the world spying life along their true direction pass
And under the weight of the repetitive accelerating pressure you crack
A web frayed, blood shot eye nothing more than a milky resin button
Longing for a severed thread flaw, it’s predestined companion fabric
E.A. O'Connell
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