Friday, October 21, 2011

The Eye of the Iridescent Fly

Lithograph on gampi, 8 x 6"

The words,
My words,
are only the symbols,
tiny reflections of you
in the eye of the
iridescent fly.

The symbols,
My symbols
are the tools of my trade
to speak with the voice
of the many-tongued hydra;

And when these symbols
come off my eyes and

Smile. It is not you
that you are seeing.

You, who have come
across the dust

with me--

A universe of beauty.


Poem and lithograph from POPPYROSE.

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