Awry as a particle
In the vision of a cyclops
Immediacy
So close to nirvana
If not for a single,
Cinder thought
Perhaps a shooting star
From a realm of the invisible
Or a moment
Of pre-destination
Crossing some great distance
To this temple of an eye
A speck now a stone, or punk-tipped glass
Not seeing the red-light
As a quick glance to the left
Now reveals an oncoming truck
Where the particle for a single eye will lose all meaning
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