just out of sight
adjusted our eyes to the scope more clearly
fashioned on the sea's horizon
out there
back here
where supposition cripples our perspective
into ignoring the greater potential
we should only paint our eyes black in the knowing dark
and our lips as the light pink flush of blood in the cheek
the spiral strands of it running from that nothingness
back there
the air we breathe in originating with the spinning biosphere swing
the clouds upon the surface bubble
a reflection of the moon or anything held by wind current
only an idea in eyes refusing the headspinning
of a brief carnival ride
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susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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