trembles with excitement before the promise of a bed time story
a look of glee lights up her face
and then falls asleep in the cradle of her mother’s lap
she anoints the little girl with a kiss planted soft in the middle of her forehead
this oculus is the only eye true
it sees the world exactly as it is
a delusion
those two sunlit globes beneath blue as the ocean at day
supple as translucent skin at night
are blind
and the child dreams invisible raptures
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