princess of disks

 holding a crystal to the eye, 

    seeing fresh with each turn. of the hand

                     at the stain of sunset the shadow in the

periphery 

comes forward again. 

When it had been invisible - 

I wonder 

what has neglect made this darkness so destroyed on the sidelines

,while my gaze swerved?

what would it be to put the crystal down?

blindness? 

Or maybe it isn’t an issue putting down at all, 

but releasing, letting rise,

in so, realizing it never had weight in the first place. 

it must find earth. 

    it is the seed.

both fruits of the underground

                                                                                                                 common out of sight; living within other senses than the eyes

in a cycle, of rising and falling that is longer than one life. 

So let

go, feel skins beneath beside, within, and breathe the pungence

 truth is a feeling, whose sensation will awaken.