An expanse of shivering bright

by ...

Klara du Plessis

 

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Through my tears
I understand more clearly
tinkering membranes
isn’t it strange
how the eyes are objects
that one can’t see while seeing through
them, then tears, being another
transparent substance,
but supposedly blurring
vision, it’s a lie because right now
tears close off nearsightedness so
I can look into my skull, in reverse
that’s their purpose.

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The idea that one eye always
cries shorter than the other
shorter in duration, shorter in the
distance it runs down cheek, shorter
in the gesture of wiping away
with the right hand
in a single swipe from left to right.

 

 

 

 

 

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