The Girl with Imaginary Eyes
She couldn’t help
But always be naked
It was in her
To never rhyme
But always reason
Her way out of a rhythm
And when she walked
It was always sideways
Blinking at the starlight
I met her when
The world was still young
The sun had yet to meet the moon
The stars were pulsing
to the rhythm of the first song
And Night had just been born
And she sputtered starlight
Through her eyes, bright with seeing
To anchor the shame to a far away shore
Untouched as yet by dusk or dawn
We matched rhythms in the twilight
Of undifferentiated energy
And bundled ourselves
Into twisted knots
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