A different vehicle for staring.
The seperate outlet of look.
Sight captured by no one.
Any missing puzzle pieces fit.
The world's face reknits
beneath the skin. In the center
of the pupil the portal irises open.
Another mask woven for a new vision.
Formed of bones dissolved below
the surface. Seeing the world clearly
through the silence of a vacuum.
From the point of view behind
the stars before they were made
to mark the skies as another
disguise for seeing.
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