Why is it that,
At the center of the sky, I see
A blinking eye, turning
On the lashes of the land?
I see, but does the eye
See me? I know
I cannot touch...
(But feel it,
What travels from a long way's
Away I can feel: its gaze, the rays
That pull me to it like a fastened
Rein or gripping hand)
Because I do not understand
What it could feel like,
What it sees, because
I cannot feel it feeling me
Do I even know it's there?
When I grasp at nothing,
Still I reach at least the air.
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