Unsheltered
By lymph of mirror I’m tided away
Hexagonal sun scales from
And into its radiant liquid I plunge to assay
…Nothing in my eyes
Scolding tears
They run down, they ray down my face
Water glass exudes through whites
And I carve up the visual fireflow to place
…Nothing in my eyes
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