I, FOR AN EYE

Here is ebb, of course,
and there—there across
the shallow pond is flow,
where eager skies dance
along each gyrating equator
circling the fabricated gloss
of fabergé globes, while night
lies in shrouded curtain,
ruby as the rivers run,
who spill with the sky
into the thicket of sight.

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