The Eye of I

THE EYE of I What is life? What is love? The eye of I took it in… The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry heat flies from the ravines places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit-- living matter, infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally the sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under What is the breathing open petal life… radiating respiring One throttle to quell that respiration, bright lightening beauty gently fusing into glow? Brightening as I faster Turbine-whistle I your master beating, spewing, thrusting, ignition transference… body grue and stifles?… Gone She stiffens the radiance of the face pale, milky, alabaster, clammy pore-less beams the lips and cheeks rubescent now. Smoothes, and transition into deep hues of blues, violent violets, ebony black. Hardens, stiffens stone then softens? as alabaster Deterioration, matter, entropy all so naturally Squall has past--the quondam respiring takes long respite.. The eye of I took it in…The material rolling sweeps highs and lows, valleys, cuts, grooves, gully and gorge I engorge crevices of porphyry heat flies from the ravines folded as petals from places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit of living matter, infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally The sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under lies the breathing open petal life… radiating, respiring? The fingers trace and fall in place the Etowah infused with breath The sweat sinks in, absorption energy transfers electricity thoughts Cabachon crescendos! All the while the living, beating, breathing, entity flutters, shutters, smiles.