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11

They glance off each other

Hard

Like marbles, yaw and torque and tempered steel

Sliding naturally and awful,

Cold.

 

They bounce and grate, nonstop,

Flat

Despite the motion, despite contour

Colorfully varied, distinct,

Same.

 

They are continually shifting,

Fast

Flitting about in mindless effort to

Make sense of the world, yet without

Care.

 

It hurts to look for too long—

Metal scrapes on metal, ice on ice,

Relentless.

It hurts to try too often—

They chip away, fragment, destroy,

Ruthless.

But yet I look

It is a world of humans, after all

Humans.

Plural.

Coexistence—

Amalgamation of ideals empty.

 

A girl passes by

Her raven locks flying.

A boy passes by

His golden hair bouncing.

Two pairs of them—eyes—hit my own and

Glance

Off, with a resounding clang,

Tintinnabulation between my ears, in my

Eyes.

I look again, and it hurts—

Again the clang, again the pain, I swear I shall not look again.

 

But yet I look,

Human.

When I walk out I gaze at the sky.

It swallows my eyes

Up

Into the painted-paper vault of

Smooth

Azure color-joints,

Soft

And endless, benign.

But it is not

Human

I peer into the mirror

It ingests my irises and spits out my pupils

And I cannot see

Myself.

I cannot

See.

 

Eyes.

They glance off each other

Uncaring

Cold

Untouching

Lost.

Human.

We don’t look, not at each

Other,

Not

At ourselves.

It hurts, metal on metal, ice on ice,

Eyes

 

They meet. Our eyes.

I stare. You stare. We

Stand

Transfixed.

Ah.

 

They glance off each other

Hard

Flat

Cold

Same

Bouncing, marbles, all doing one thing—

Searching.

Searching.

Searching for another, for another’s gaze,

For another’s

 

Eyes.

 

 

State
MI
Zip Code
48098