by BOB GALLO   Feb 12, 2019

A carousel
in the carnival of your eyes!

Why can I see myself only
when these odd shapes are looking at me
in the distorting mirrors
of this maze?

Who does the man,
-who's always looking at me, -
see in me
that I don't?

Why does it seem he knows me more
than I ever could?

What is this carousel of clowning images
around me
volute like snails
escalating on the vertigo stairs
of a hypnotic gaze?

A carnival
in the carousel of your eyes!


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