I've seen a fading eye
scan the room around,
wall to windows, and back
again until release is found
from the final wound.

It distractedly glances past
the anxious lookers-on, until
it stares at some unseen,
and twinkles for a time,
then dims when life is gone.

01/29/2002

Posted on 01/29/2002
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