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I of the Accursed Circus.

A naked, levitating eye
spies far and wide
in six cardinal directions,
to find it remains condemned,
cursed to stay self-blind.

This eye seeks
the very eye seeking
to find it forever hides behind
the lids in the midst of blinking,

only glimpsing indirect
evidence of its own existence
through reflections thrown back
from the funhouse hall
of mirrors that make up the mind,
from the swarming hive of eyes
that surround it when outside…

As the eye is,
so am I and every other:
lost in the external circus,
lost in the mind, providing cover.


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