Other Eyes: Hurricane's Poem by Robert B. Shaw

Other Eyes: Hurricane's



Everything has a center. This is yours:
here, after all those savage slamming doors,

your inner sanctum of dumbfounding quiet,
turning a blind eye to winds at riot.

Seeing's believing. Glimpsing void, we guess
that mayhem is a mask for emptiness.

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