IRIS

the darkness begins

beyond the horizon

forming a choppy skyline

beneath your lash

line

upon blinking

the singular cilium

parading as a feather

is set

free

the surface

is deep brown and off

white

not exactly even

or perfectly curved

it just

remains.

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