About You

What sort of devil
have you become?
For what matters
is not what the eye sees
except for the eye
inside you; third, and
from the sun
and still unopened,
where round and round
the words orbit.
So maybe you are
a moon and I, the planet
who sees you, always,
whether in light or
whether in darkness,
but despite the face,
it never changes;
how I feel – about you. 

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