doves by streams of water

i see with two lines
encircling one another
inside a glass of milky white.

blackest void
gives colour and light to these temporal wanderings.
blackest void
cradles the

light inside

whispering things of eternity
into our fleeting, fleshy encounters

such eager vulnerability is tempered
by prudent lashes
by wearying lids
and feathered creases

delicious irony:
the one most obvious membrane filtering experience
is the one most immediate sensory channel

i feel with my eyes.