I want to be where the Colors are exposed
With no need for the Sun, to make it happen
Where the Shadows fall beneath the Blades
Or stand undiscovered behind erected Trees
Whom are reaching upwards to be pulled off
From the Ground who pulls them down
I want to be where Sight can be seen
Behind the eyelids of the Moon
I want to be centered within
The circumference of that interior Darkness
Where wanderers who wait
Will never feel the weight of Light
But I do, on the belly of my Eye.
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