That Gaze

Posted: January 3, 2014 in Poetry
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Shrinks me to the size of a heart

Melts me back into the sand      which forms the mirror

That I stand in front of stark      clothed in bones and eyes

And if I squint

I see the gavel forming the waters of judgement                  my eyes sucked up like black holes.

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