Eyes

what is it about eyes

that captures and tells

of hidden strengths and fragile secrets.

what is it about the way

they hold a gaze or look away

that speaks like a language unto themselves.

it is neither the

corners nor the slant or the

size and the shape but the

aura that fills the lakes whose banks make up the

cheekbones brows and nose bridge.

how deep is this vast lake

such that human spirit can be

glimpsed as a fleeting reflection of a reflection.

how strange is it that through the

door of the glassy lake-bottom floor

lies an immeasurable ocean

beyond human comprehension.

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