Blind-Eyed Poem by For Matilde

Blind-Eyed



Just an image now
a parasite burrowing blind-eyed
through the slowly moving sap of hours
whereas once I was a question
of form and a landscape
across which I roamed
beneath a moon
of infinite love and disquiet

Thursday, March 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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