A Poet's Eyes

Seeing — Unseeing

the words drift away

far into the current

of what’s left to say

Passing my cortex

and into the void

where blind recognition

awaits to destroy

Familiar or foreign

once stopped in their tracks

new meaning escapes

with no looking back

The Poet’s eyes squinting

as light filters out

transcendence recaptured

ascendance remounts 

Through slivering darkness

a vision appears

and mocking the order

old images clear

Those words once discarded

reform juxtaposed

through eyes resurrected

— released from the flow

(Septa R5: July, 2024)