Sunday, November 17, 2013

Territories of Self

I suddenly find my eyes confronted
(Because all looking is a confrontation
and men and women merely contestants)
By five thousand sides,
By all the shadows and shapes
That used to be, and are now only remembered
In this two-dimensional state.
It takes my eyes a thousand different places.
It takes my mind a thousand different places,
But I have no idea what it means.

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