I could feel the vibration of your screams in the air.
'Twas in a curve of the time.
Your sight was in touch with this vibration.
I could understand this vibrating touch.
The curved time had a sense.
'Twas like a sigmoid curve.
The air was very much compressed to make a sound...
A twinkle in your eye was assailed
to reach the ground
while gliding rapidly along your very long, curved eyelash...
You would re-enter your own world, deep inside you,
You would become the curve in itself
to make love become an unstable point of equilibrium...
A gray cloud formed, when the air was heated by the sun.
A sphere of incumbency would engrave
your insular thinking, nor your thinking
would be able to keep the memory of
that second any more. That second of time
could glide between my fingers
for a prayer.
The horizon of the sea
was photoengraved with corals and shells...
The eye on the horizon received the wholeness for comprehensiveness....
This comprehensiveness could shiver the universe...
You would be awakened, and you would be able to be revived...
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes
Form: Ars Poetica
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