“. . .Through the multitude of faces that suffered I stared at my own.

I saw my grieving death mask in the oar,

and I was the death staring back at me. . .”

I

“As the particle floats beyond my vision, so do I.

I am the particle from a particle’s eye view.

Judging the see through mirror as it judges me onto a transparent infinity.”

II

The sum of all of the parts.

Such is an observation from the writer’s perspective.

God looking down from the rest of creation.

Deep in her bold innocent eyes I fell, and drowned

in the well of her single tear. Lost in the dimensions

divided within the color of her amber Iris.