i dare look into eyes,
into even those of glass.
i fear my soul whimpers
in the glimpse of a second.
iris: beauty taken
in from the soul;
it's full of suspended wonder.
i can't resist the pull
in those floral colors
ivy green, sky blue, dirt brown, midnight black.
infinite
itself.
i see every word,
in the white,
innumerable thought
in the black.
is reality captured in those sullen globes?
i may never know.