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Inner Cosmos
by Kristina WoodhillThe total lack of sensation
as the small blood vessel
broke in the tear-duct corner
of her eye, allowing a bright red river
to swarm leisurely in its tiny flow
to other realms of its tiny planet
made the mirror's later reflection
one of intense inner-cosmic discovery
where a child of chaos had pushed
and tugged a birth passage open
into its outer encirclement,
its smooth, moist white blanket,
entangled ever so slightly now,
red pressing against a turquoise
vibrant teasing circle of color
the only barrier
between it
and the perfect black hole
of first sight
03/21/2011
Posted on 03/21/2011
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
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