Two of my bodily eyes
half closed, squint
four eyes of a dream
dappled by shadowy images
on a higher path, a nebulous glow
hazy of perception
A little outward
I peep my head in excitement
from the burrow of my
hollow and dark cell
to see the marvel of outer space
blinking in perfect unison
there
I could see
twinkling stars
as party to a wedding
Wafting clouds, cloaking
bridal moon in a silver gown
swift of reality
I play truce with imagery
why
by my two bodily eyes
it upended
many of my higher dreams
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