and I, and
by and by
bylines and by-sights, by chance
(sharks in both sleep and swimming)
two lines of time, sign of concentration, beautiful edge
mark the other eye:
number three --
three with three and twice three,
the third three mine
and now -- in time -- yours too...
threes in signs and avian divinations
"sign of the times" he says, says she
but three deliberates
three's unsure
three necessitates thought
eye gravitates towards the hesitating; hesitation being
the crux in which feeling fluctuates
in and out of time; the
eye opens and closes, flutters it's lashes
voraciously against the hand, occasionally
lashing out in love but still will
retract and sigh, the eye
skyward as if we should all
gaze upward
but little occurs there,
mostly it's all here with the
Earth
nesting in the valleys
sleeping at lake edges
restlessly meandering
certain of chance and change.
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