Ripples of Blind Love
BLIND LOVE RIPPLES
In an elevator
on a tram
waves crashing
on the shore
the baby in the pram.
Darkness enveloping
drowning in a hole
on top of it all
the light in your eyes
is the clarity as you see the whole.
The spoke of a wheel
chattering on
the volcano's lava flow
is the eagles broken wing
in the scream of dawn.
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