Eye was on the dance floor one day when he
Saw what I thought immediately of
As reality, my reality
Eye was on
All dancing, electron motion that grave
Magnetically space-time disport clearly
To me, Vampyrically living, no slave
To mortality of he that were my
Finitely, undefiantly to crave
For life all the more for anything I
Eye was on
Looking at me was gone, dancingly, free
Of automatic introspection that
Saw me see he that were me dancingly
Looking at
Positivity, at all that begot
Be by all, myself more than small, gone wee
To infinitudinally be what
Others could also see, life as a tree
Dancing in the breezes, unbowing yet
Boughing, branching, unblanching, chancing the
Looking at.
Author notes
1: Two 11 line Rondels running on together as one, of one.
We ain't in Ibiza know; more, gnome or?
Comments
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I liked the repeated "Eye was on"; it gave this piece a spectral feel to me. I especially liked the imagery of: "Looking at me was gone, dancingly, free / Of automatic introspection that / Saw me see he that were me dancingly". Nice write!
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