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Glimpse

Enchantment seized,
you sink into the void:
an elusive black hole
distorting ideals.

Corneas hide beneath
hermetically crusted skin
sealed by the Sandman -
impervious to reality.

Bed cover tourniquets
vie for permanence.
Neurons battle,
begging solar allies
to kill this quicksand curse.

Lids lift.
Emitted rays
sting the sight
but you thirst for luster
parched in the Sandman’s lair.

Adjusted blinks quench the pain,
sun particles sweeping crevices clear.
A fetal position unravels
lying in the light -

Extricated:
A newly colored cornea,
once blinded by a glimpse,
greets the mourning.

2012

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Still Waters

By Christina Avila

Poetry and Prose