eye, The

eye, The.
iris amphitheater
rejecting your angled edges.
run to me,
smoothly.
be the fluid that
enlivens ocular mechanics.
eye, The,
not a mere lightbox.
eye, The,
produces collects redistributes
unknown.

(your watercolor arms
flail as you run from the
foreboding castle of Mind.

(color too vivid! dilute dilute dilute!)

eye, The.
pinhole camera.
stand still,
I will capture you.