The Cyclical Eye by Linda Fuller Juxtaposed in mirrored infinities, Onion skinned to obdurate bone, Reality is a snowflake Glazed in gossamer Echoing in a seashell. Left to our own devices Under a pandemonium sky It is no wonder Some leave the path. Born streamlined and glowing, One time or many, Remembering the future Gleaned atom by atom, Eclipsed as an eyelid closes Shrouding the cyclical eye. 05/27/2010 Author's Note: I only just stuck this title on, I'm not married to it - this is an acrostic poem for Jorge Luis Borges. Posted on 05/28/2010 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)