eye

if you're
afraid to be
the sting
in its site,

intrusive
eyelash
plucked from its
vision,

to be cast
aside
by the wave
of hand
'cross your skies

and you're
trying to
dissolve
away in
quiet white

then youre
already
lost in
its sinking
black pit

and you'll
never know
the passion
bred by
discomfort