The Cyclical Eye by Linda FullerJuxtaposed 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 © 2025 Linda Fuller
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