the sun he wrote

his eye
was not
an eye

it was the sun
projecting light

and everything it looked at
it saw

just as the star will watch
over all
that it sees

everything
that he looked at
he also saw

then
he wrote it
down

~

Poem #570 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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