My eyes are pourous orbs staring at the edge of the sea, at the edge of extinction. Each beautiful consequence a cage. Stained glass boundaries, holding dust of unnamed suns that spangle the shivering air. A pollen of stars vast as scattered sand. You always told me to remember that the cage is for the protection of the captor. My eyes are edged with fear, thin and elsewhere, dreaming of my arrival.
Authors: Michael Hofman, Rachel Jamison Webster, Dan Brown, Anthony Opal, Amy Gerster, Joanne Dominique, David Barber, Rae Armantrout, Daniel Halpen (Poetry Foundation March 2013)

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