Glass-eye
Black and White:The line is blurred-
A grey streak seen through polished glass eyes.
Purpose looms ahead,
purging my thoughts.
For a moment
the water runs clear...
But I have within me
the winds of the four-cornered earth.
They threaten to burst
from my lungs
and toss me further still
from my long lost Ithaca.
I know my home is there,
invisible on the horizon.
But that horizon remains
a dim wavering line to my glass eyes.
My vision reflects
and Longing trails behind
followed closely by Apathy.
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