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I am the eye the center calm that draws
to me in perfect objectivity
the curving stem and cherry scents of you.
I am the eye the aperture that paints
in reverent perpetuity the finch
that lights serene blue-gold upon your palm.
I am the eye the outer storm that tears
with searing perspicacity the leaves
of you I pressed now crumbling in my heart.
I am the eye the inner form that clears
unerring with bold certainty new space
for sketching in fresh silhouettes of you.
~~~
© Elaine Stirling, 2014
Oceantics 
Elaine, here with a couple of concise verses you have captured the blinking of an eye. The opening and closing behind which worlds change back and forth preserved on the hinge of the same beginning of each verse. Very effective–dare I say, insightful.
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Thanks, Russel. Your perception calls to mind the Kabbalah, which speaks of G-d blinking His eye to create new Universes. Infinite rabbit holes, this theme invites.
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