A
soul eye
peers into
its telescope,
searching deeply
for universal truth.
But, when reflected off
the glassy distance inside
the hollow body, this little eye
cannot rightly spy. So, it tries
refocusing the different lenses
and adjusting its raw emotions,
until the blurry picture is so
coherent that, it can stare
plainly into the dark—
Wait, fix it again.
I think everything
around you,
just now,
moved.
Copyright of Jessica Anne McLean, 2008, all rights reserved.
Note: this is a double-sided Etheree, where the poem is mirrored on its own 10th line. It’s the author’s choice to repeat the 10th line or not. So be nice, this is a special kind of Etheree.
The Rose 
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