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Double Vision

I.

Raising crystal eyes to a vestal sky, endless web

of silver lake blue, untouched by time, but rent by rock

stone arches surge to broken crests, etched and scarred.

Wandering tangled streets, chilled water from ancient aqueducts

sits like a polished river rock in my belly. Rome, past and present,

picked over bones of an endless feast. Entering the sunken

stone orb, home to all the gods, the sweeping span leads eyes up

to a shaft of light piercing a pounding oculus. The sun coils

at my still feet, slowly burning an elipse into the stone floor.

II.

Twenty years pass, my feet flat on my own land, the full moon

rises to a blazing zenith, hovers at the center of the sky

dressed in sheer clouds, circled by a halo, ice and crystal light.

The nine circles of heaven spin, etched against a raven sky

my tender hand, shadow on this sterling disk, feels every echo

beat against the stone, bearing swelling life, full and aching.

Each open eye, each yielding nerve, reaches, straining

to see, to hear, the land lying beyond this thin veil

all around the breath of an unheard, whispering world.