Mirage 2016 MOON IN LOVERS’ EYES
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That pocked, abiding rock shifts ceaselessly in transit. No less so its servant images. Across the eyes’ desiccating globes each blink swells saline seas. The lunar light remakes itself a dozen times a minute in those salty surfaces, assembling metaphors whose stony source deludes our vision. It’s the speed of light that tricks. For those of us who tumble willingly into such enchantment’s arms, it’s the speed of love, the parallax inscribed like cords between the eye and heart.
Lavendra Copen
