Tracing lines
Afaced by space,
Deeming Time
Is out of place,
The Mother-Eye
Closes, in pain.

Facing lines
Effaced and traced,
Seeming dead
And out of place,
The Mother-Eye
Opens, now drained.

Embracing lines
Defaced by race,
Weaning life
Still out of place,
The Mother-Eye
Explodes, insane.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 3/21/06