NOW BLINK

I worship the fingerprint of your iris
Its spirals of
Its waves of
It strands of
Beauty

Ephemeral strokes of the palette
And if I were granted a stroll down its path
I would become entranced
By distinction—insignificance
By uniqueness—standard
By loss—rebirth

And in regard to the latter
I would cascade into your pupil
Now blink

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