SIENE MICHELLE PALIZZI
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Soiled Eyes of Ash

I close my eyes in darkness
Kaleidoscope of bright lights shine through my retina
A touch on the eyelids, pressing down
Sideswipe
Focusing, finding
An image appears of a woman
Where is my god, my other self?
She's at torture right now.

The portal came out of my eye
Onto the ceiling, and I found myself
The torture would stop
I am coming back home to me
Streams made fast upon the water
A trivet upon my head balancing water for your thirst
Your coming home day
Yes lady - that is the act of the play we are in.

How do you do?
Black soiled eyes on my end
Soiled eyes of ash.

​[drumbeat] [bolts of thunder] [soon cleansing rain]
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