Eye

It’s the eye that matters.
And I tremble,
because this eye knows me.
The hand writes
and brings clarity in
words, images
but the eye sees all.
The brain thinks
illuminates the dark
with visions and
wonders
but the eye
sees what’s real.
Clear blueness peering
into me, unblinking,
has seen where I was
where I am now
and finds me
wanting.

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